Yep. So I sprained my ankle last week when I slipped on ice that was covered by a thin layer of fresh snow, all while carrying Margot in the baby carrier. I lay there for a while trying to find my cellphone, and a whole bunch of cars drove by without stopping. It sucked.

Thankfully, I had just left the house and Pierre-Luc was home, so he could come help me. And shortly after I could finally call him, two nice ladies stopped by, and then another gentleman offered to drive me back home. Turns out it’s not as bad as it could’ve been (it’s not my first time spraining my ankle), so I can kinda walk on it. I have to rest it as much as possible so it can heal faster, but at least I don’t have to be relying on crutches this time.