Flying

I've discovered that the older I get the more scared I become. Things that use to not scare me as much when I was younger are starting to terrify me now. For example, when I was 13, and 18 I hiked Angels Landing in Zions, which for those of you who have never done this hike it is very very high!!!! There is a part of the hike where you have to hold on to chains and there are drop dead cliffs to the right and left of you. Anyway I honestly don't remember feeling scared while doing this hike during those 2 times. However, about a year and a half ago I did it again and I thought I was going to have a panic attack because I was so scared!! I vowed never to do it again nor to ever let any of my children do it!!!

The same thing goes for flying. It use to not bother me but now it does. Whenever the plane hits turbulence I always jump and grab hold of things or people. Well usually I know the person I'm sitting by, but this time I had to fly all by myself and I panic and grabbed the guys seat who was it front of me and probably scared him to death.

So anyway on with the story. I get to the SLC airport plenty early and had checked in my bags and was heading up to the security gate. I said goodbye to Greg and as you know from the last post I had been crying and upset all day. I had no make up on and really hadn't even done my hair. To make me feel worse, when I handed my licence over to the security guy so he could verify who I was, he held it forever!! He kept looking at the picture and then looking at me and then looking at the picture and then looking at me. Finally he gives it back to me and says in a condescending way "I guess that's you in the picture, you've kind of changed." So mean!!!

I had a flight that went from SLC to Atlanta and then from Atlanta to Philly. My layover was only 55 min so I knew I would have to hurry, but figured since I was flying delta both times, the gates would be pretty close to each other. Well I was wrong! Our flight leaving SLC was about a half hour late so we landed in Atlanta about 9 and my flight left at 9:30. So I get off the plane and see that my ticket says we are leaving from gate A4. Well we had come in unexpectedly to B6. I didn't know this but the Atlanta airport is massive!!! There are 39 gates per letter, so I knew I had to hurry as fast as I could! I was walking as fast as my little legs would carry my pregnant tummy and two carry on bags. I was zig zaging all the way through the airport and by the time I got to A4 it was 9:20! It took me 20 minutes, that is how big this airport is!! Well I get to the gate and there is hardly anyone there so I'm thinking that they are already on the plane. I went up to the desk and handed the lady my boarding pass and she grabs it and marks it A29 and hands it back to me. She said "I'm sorry but they changed the gate." I was so mad!!! I had 10 minutes to get to the gate, and I was about a 10 minute walk away. I was also starving because I had not eaten anything since 12:00, but the little snacks they give you on the plane. So I continued walking/running as fast I could and made it to gate A29 right at 9:30, only to find out that my flight had been delayed and they hadn't even started boarding. We didn't end up leaving until about 10:15. By the time we got to Philly there were two other flights of passengers waiting at baggage claim to pick up there luggage. For some dumb reason they only had 1 pick up working. It was jammed packed with people waiting. I asked one lady how long she had been waiting for her bags and she said an hour and a half!!! I was so mad. Luckily I only ended up waiting for mine for about 45 minutes, but at 1:15 in the morning it seemed like forever!!

NO more flying for me for awhile.

Saying Goodbye

I must say that the #1 thing I hate about living away from family is saying goodbye everytime you visit them or they visit you. It really takes a toll on ones heart! I wish I could say that it gets easier with time, but it doesn't. I must say though I like being on the leaving end a little better than the being left end. For some reason it is depressing seeing your spare bedroom once filled with someone you love ( and all their stuff) and then all the sudden looking at it again and it being empty. Whenever anyone leaves I always go sit in the room for a while, it is like you can still feel them there with you. Crazy I know.

Anyway I had say goodbye to all our family again yesterday and it was not fun! What made it even harder was that Greg is not coming home until Wednesday so I had to say goodbye to him too. Cheesy I know because I'll see him in a few days but he is the one who usually pulls me out of my "sad" phase when I have to leave people.

I'm back at work today and surprisingly I'm feeling very good. I'm sure by tomorrow I will be over my "little phase" and move on, but for now I will just have to wait out my homesickness.

Tomorrow or so I will have to write about my terrible flight experience! Let's just say "Delta" is not on my good list right now!

Happy 21 weeks to me!

For those of you who have been wanting to see what my tummy looks like, here you go!

Good times with Aunt Geri

We had a great weekend when Greg's aunt Geri came to visit us! I love having visitors come because it feels like I get to go on vacation too. We were non stop busy the whole time! We went to the Hershey factory, Amish country, downtown philly, and Greg and Geri went to DC while I had to go to work. Our camera wasn't working the whole time but here are some of the pictures that turned out.

Here we are at Chubbys. Geri got to try her first philly cheese steak.

Here is a close up.

And now my Internet is being stupid and won't let me download anymore pictures. So I guess I'm done.