We are finally back in NM and trying to get back to normal. Yesterday when looking around and thinking about all the stuff that needs to get done, I was feeling a little overwhelmed. I was looking at our house wondering how on earth it was going to be ready for a baby in 2.5 months. We don't have room for what we already have let alone all the things that will be coming. This weekend's goal is to organize and make room for baby. I think Mitch and I are both very good at holding onto things "just in case." Mitch loves his gadgets and I have accumulated so many purses/bags for any occasion. I mean really, do I NEED 4 different beach bags?!?
I have to tell you about my travels from NY to NM...I was leaving out of BUF @ 4:15 (supposedly). My mom and grandma came w/ me and got passes to the gate to see me off. I m very grateful for this as I would soon find out that my flight would be delayed. Before I get to any more of the bad stuff, let me say that I was thankful to not end up paying for my 58 lb suitcase or the $100 fee for my precious doggies :-). My mom and grandma were amazed that I travel like this at all, let alone by myself, with two dogs, and @ 7 months pregnant. Although stressful @ times, this is my life and I wouldn't trade it for anything. When I found out the actual time I would be departing BUF I quickly realized I would have 10 min to get off the plane and on the next plane in Chicago O'Hare. As soon as I get off the 1st plane I hear, "Final boarding call for flight...to El Paso." Yup, thats me and I am in concourse H @ the last gate and have to get to concourse G, the last gate. Karen was very generous and gave me a cart to carry my bag and the dogs through the airport so I wouldn't hurt my back even more, but at this point I had no time to even set it up. So here I am carry-on bag over one shoulder, dogs over the other, cart in hand, and...7 months pregnant jogging through the airport. I am sure this must have been quite a sight to see ;-). The entire time I had Mitch in one ear and Karen in the other telling me to take it easy, it isn't worth hurting yourself. I was feeling good though. Sweating my butt off and aching feet, but feeling good. I finally found a woman who was going to the same gate and asked her if she would let them know I was coming if she made it there before me. When I made it to the gate there was an American Airlines worker telling me to hurry up until she saw my condition and then changed her tune. Thankfully, it was a big plane and it wasn't full so the dogs and I got to stretch out in the Exit row all by ourselves for the 3 hr flight home. I knew @ that point that God was taking care of us and though it was a crazy experience, He was with us the entire time making sure we were ok.
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