It's true. Pride comes before the fall. Because that corner I turned last week? Turned out it was a cul-de-sac.
The last two days have been rough (yes Boo I'm still taking care of myself.) I've been yucky and losing my guts all day long.
In other strange world's-longest-first-trimeter news I also have a strange metallic taste in my mouth. I looked it up and it is normal but rare and limited to first trimester. I currently feel the need to have a dramatic "Why Me???" moment in which I throw my hands in the air in the middle of the street.
But that seemed
overly dramatic a little much even for me.
So what I did instead is this: