This is your warning, y'all.

I feel crappy. I'm told that's a good sign. I think we are early laboring; if we had a play date with you tomorrow, Steph, Thistles, I'm bailing on it. This event is twisting my tiny little brain in circles. It's tough for me to get comfortable. Send strength.

We saw my first firefly of the season tonight. Yay! Now summer can start.