Has had many ups and downs... literally. I woke up on Tuesday morning feeling fabulous. The sun was shining, the leaves were orange and it was 64 degrees in November, in Boston. It was an absolutely beautiful day. But most importantly, there was an air of hope in the air. I started my day by watching the news, and the only thing happening in the world were people going out to vote for our next president. So exciting. I finally got up and out, and went to vote. Thanks to the town that I live in (that I usually hate b/c of the elitist cold air that permeates all around me) there was NO line. Not one person stood in line in front of me. I was literally able to walk in, give my name, and walk out. The entire process took all of 5 minutes. It was wonderful. Later in the day, I had a doctors appointment. All was looking well. Baby is growing right on target.
On my way home, I decided that I HAD TO HAVE a milkshake. An extra thick Strawberry Frappe. I walk into the ice cream parlor, I make my order. The man behind the counter knew exactly what I wanted/needed. Most people do not understand what an extra thick shake entails, and it makes me extremely angry. Ask my husband. He's been there. So I get my shake. I pay. Everything is perfect. My day couldn't get any better. As I'm walking out of ice cream parlor, I miss the ONE step, and fall. Shake goes everywhere, and I am laying flat on the sidewalk. I somehow make it to my car where I cry and cry and cry, while freaking my hubby out who is on the phone and still at work. I drive down the street, and make it home where I cry some more before laying down. Hubby comes home shortly thereafter, pulls me out of bed, and takes me to ER. Baby is fine. Yay. My little trooper.
I finally make it home 5 hours later, and not too long after my new president was announced. Suddenly I felt no pain. Everything was great. Everything IS great. We have a new president! My couldn't get any better. It started off great, took a little stumble in the middle, and rose.