Hey again from Paris. Laying in my hotel bed contemplating if I can fight the nausea and brave a team dinner or if I should give in to the body and just stay at the hotel.
Basically I’m exhausted. I think I might be coming down with a UTI (apparently common in early pregnancy) and I’m feeling really ill today. I’m all fun and games.
But I struggle with not going when I don’t have a valid excuse. So here we are, torn in a hotel bed.
Shit, I’m so sorry. Im beyond boring at the moment. But I want to at least say hi. So this is all you get.
Letters to my family 