I was waddling down the street, minding my own business, when I started noticing people glancing at me strangely (and not in a good way).
I stared back defiantly until I looked down and realised my hands were bloody!
As I was trying to find a cut on my hands, a drop of blood fell on my sandwich. So, naturally, I looked up to see where the blood was coming from (because, obviously, it must’ve been raining blood?).
It took me at least five seconds to realise I had a slow and steady nose bleed and was dripping blood on myself and the world around me.
Ah, the joys of late pregnancy! Being so sick of everything that nothing disturbs your calm.