I wouldn't have changed a moment.
Except that I fell asleep on their couch.
In the middle of the afternoon.
In my defense, it's a really comfortable couch. And the breeze coming through the windows was completely hypnotic. And the music was that perfect blend of cool and calming AND I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF, OKAY???
Before anyone gets excited that I'm feeling that famous first-trimester exhaustion, it's not that. It's just that I'm taking estrogen again... and estrogen sucks every ounce of energy from my body. It happened in the first part of my cycle, and it's happening again now with a vengeance.
Fortunately, I have friends who are cool when you pass out in their sunporch, and then, forty-five minutes later, still like you enough to feed you homemade guacamole.
Thanks, T&M. XO, S.