I AM going to have a good weekend. Dammit.

At yesterday's 16w midwife appt, they were supposed to take blood. I still haven't had my initial prenatal tests, because at my first appt, they missed three times. (Have I mentioned that I'm a fainter, too?) Yesterday, they missed another three times. So, having 3 fresh and 3 old useless holes poked in my starry eyed and ringing eared self, they sent me to a lab. Rode to the lab today, nearly got hit and got run onto the sidewalk by a semi turning right through the bike lane (though he saw me there, srsly), showed up pissed off, and whooo... that was so easy. AND there was a cupcake shop on the first floor of the building. Red velvet, our wedding cake. Things just got much better.

Ariel's not borrowing my MTB after all, so I might ride trails (slowly) tomorrow. That is, if there's any trail open. Palos is closed. Kettle is closed through today, maybe open tomorrow. Vamos a ver. Happens every spring, ya?

I skipped my run this morning. Work had me up for 2 hours in the middle of the night fretting, and it was cold this morning. I'll make it up tomorrow. Really. Remember how for the last two years, NOTHING would keep me from my workouts, be it snow, rain, wind, no sleep, whatever? Well, I think I've found my Achilles heel.