We’ve arrived. After two days of driving, a sleepless night in a motel and being hit by tennis ball sized hail, we have arrived in St Tropez. I am trying not to think of the newly acquired dents that adorn our car now, but to focus on one thing: relaxation.
The bump has been awfully quiet after the journey. So quiet in fact, I prepared myself to pay the neighbouring hospital a visit and ask for a scan. It’s almost funny how quickly the amount and intensity of kicks picked up again once I had voiced my concerns. Aaahhhhh, bumps and their potential to freak you out. Hilarious. NOT.
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