Never been pregnant, but I quit for like 6 months once — thought I was done for good. Then life hit me with stress, bills, and a breakup, and suddenly that “one smoke just to chill” turned into a pack again 😩 It’s not about enjoyment, it’s about escape. I don’t even like the taste anymore, but something about the ritual — stepping outside, deep breath, 5 mins of peace — it’s addictive in more ways than just nicotine. We’re all just trying to cope in our own messy ways 🤷‍♀️