Well, there were really all sorts of silver linings involved. I didn't break any teeth. I didn't break my nose. I had a rugby playing big brother at my side to help me figure out if I broke my nose or not. And when I got home and called my midwife to let her know (because Rich insisted), she scheduled an ultrasound for today to make sure baby was OK. And the big silver lining? The ultrasound tech did the whole 3D thing.
Some of my Detroit pictures will be up tomorrow. Pinky swear.