I suck again (sorta inside joke). I spent the whole prenatal appointment this morning trying to solve the wall-in-the-wrong-place problem in my head. I had a good solution. Brilliant even.
After the appointment, we went back to the house and they had already built the wall. Looked perfect. The trusses can be used, the walls will be in the right place. There is no delay. Miguel, the lead framer, looked like a superhero on top of the wall of the pantry with his tool belt and hands on his hips in the late morning sun. Today he is.
We will likely have a second floor (no walls) this evening.