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loistheintrepidSpring in Metropolis tends to bring with it the kind of picturesque beauty typical of any east coast city. Snow and wind have given way to green and that crisp kind of freshness in the air, which typically puts people in high spirits along with the return of the sun.
Of course, Lois Lane is enjoying none of it. Yes, the morning sickness is finally - finally - dissipating, but with a second trimester comes a fresh new wave of fun symptoms to enjoy; back pains, migraines, her bladder shrinking to the size of a walnut. Without her daily fix of caffeine and nicotine to get her through work every day, she's fairly sure she's been on the verge of an emotional breakdown 4 times this week, even with Clark stepping up and the more incompetent interns hiding away from her immediate field of vision.
It's only Tuesday.
She takes a deep breath as she exits City Hall, needing a moment to collect herself after a lengthy - and, admittedly, a little fervent - meeting with the new ADA in town. Starting down the steps, she pens a text to Clark with one hand, grazing her thumb absently over the curve of her belly with the other.
Got what we needed. Need a walk. Back in an hour.
She glances up just in time to send the text before promptly colliding with the man in front of her.
Of course, Lois Lane is enjoying none of it. Yes, the morning sickness is finally - finally - dissipating, but with a second trimester comes a fresh new wave of fun symptoms to enjoy; back pains, migraines, her bladder shrinking to the size of a walnut. Without her daily fix of caffeine and nicotine to get her through work every day, she's fairly sure she's been on the verge of an emotional breakdown 4 times this week, even with Clark stepping up and the more incompetent interns hiding away from her immediate field of vision.
It's only Tuesday.
She takes a deep breath as she exits City Hall, needing a moment to collect herself after a lengthy - and, admittedly, a little fervent - meeting with the new ADA in town. Starting down the steps, she pens a text to Clark with one hand, grazing her thumb absently over the curve of her belly with the other.
Got what we needed. Need a walk. Back in an hour.
She glances up just in time to send the text before promptly colliding with the man in front of her.
