I just got home from a sunny few days in San Francisco where we climbed hills, ate all of the green food (there is seemingly a creative salad/cold-pressed green juice on every corner), watched the pelicans, climbed more hills, talked about how much harder it is to climb these hills while 30 WEEKS PREGNANT (that was mostly me) and ate more food.
It is one of my favourite cities and we had the best time. A small part of me considered faking early labour so that we could stay a little bit longer (I once faked a broken leg as a kid to get out of a slow day in ski camp, I’m sort of that person).
