I should be at PEPS this morning. But, given that my cough has actually increased in intensity and makes me sound like I have a mild case of tuberculosis, I opted to not go and hang out with 12 babies. Their moms probably would have pelted me with baby bottles if I had come near their little ones. And I wouldn't have blamed them in the least.
So, instead of being out and having something to do, I'm home. And am beginning to freak out because "OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE TO FLY ACROSS THE COUNTRY DURING THANKSGIVING WEEK WITH A 3-MONTH OLD BABY!!!!!!". What were we thinking. I'm not ready to do this, not ready to put Ethan and Daniel and myself through the hell of jet lag and being off our routines and WE HAVE TO BE THAT COUPLE WITH THE BABY ON THE PLANE!!! People are going to stare at us in the gate area and mentally will the gate agents to make us sit as far away from them as possible. Preferably in a soundproof booth or somewhere on the wing of the plane.
Okay, I'm going to make a list of the things that I'm freaking out about.
1. Ethan need naps. He naps best when it's quiet and we're home, because he likes to watch people and loves lights. Therefore, the airplane is going to be fascinating to him and he's not going to want to nap, which is going to lead to screaming.
2. I have to breastfeed. In public. With some stranger sitting in the airplane seat next to me.
3. We have to get through security with 2 diaper bags, 1 baby bjorn, 1 laptop (Daniel needs it for work), 2 adults who have to remove shoes, belts, etc., at least 1 bottle of breast milk (which I have to declare separately in the security line), Daniel's evil Blackberry and all the other contents of his pockets, and one very wiggly baby.
4. We only have an hour to connect in Cincinnati on our way out and an hour to connect in Atlanta on our way back.
5. Daniel has to drop Ethan and I off at the airport and go park the car off-site, since we aren't taking Ethan's car seat and I don't want to ride in the parking shuttle with him unsecured. I just hate letting Daniel out of my sight when I'm already stressed. I've been flying my whole life, have made multiple trips across the globe by myself, to countries where I don't speak the language and I've always been fine. But adding one 12 pound person into the mix just makes it a whole new ballgame.
6. Our cat sitter is amazing and great and the cats love her more than us, but I still hate leaving my furbabies for 5 days.
We'll be fine. I know that. We'll get to the airport way too early to be sure that we have oodles of time for parking the car, check-in, security, and getting food. And I cant do anything about the connection time. I'm just going to be so glad when this travel is done and we're safe and sound in Roanoke!