France Diary Day 1: Old town near Boules

I was having a bad day. Feeling ridiculously sad. Had felt sad on the ferry crossing the day before too. Felt I was leaving Isla behind, like I shouldn't be leaving her. She was supposed to be coming with us in my pregnant belly. Keep trying to buck up but struggling badly. Any lull in noise or talk around me and I'm there with her in some stage of the process. I catch myself feeling happy for a second and pull myself together. I literally have to take deep breaths to save from crying all the time I don't know how Dan is going to put up with me at this rate. He must be getting fed up already.