Okay so I've been hyping a new blog entry about the Ireland leg of our trip, and I feel I should not disappoint, but this particular entry is not going to the spectacular picture-laden, story-telling entry that I have mapped out in my head. I am too tired. Yesterday was a 30-hour day, and I was awake for over 21 hours straight. I am pooped. It sure was easy to get up at 6 to go to work, because it felt like I had slept until noon, but now it feels like 3 AM, and after a full day of work and laundry and unpacking and grocery shopping, I am very close to falling asleep as I type.
I must say that traveling while pregnant is tough. The plane trip back from Shannon to Chicago was torturous because Baby has decided to push all of my innards up against my ribcage, causing constant pain much like sideaches up under my ribs. The only relief is to stand or sit with my back very straight, neither of which is an option in a tiny coach seat. Then my headphones didn't work, the lady in front of me was wearing way too much nauseatingly floral perfume, it was hot and stuffy and I just wanted to be home. Being hormonal and overtired on top of it all meant that I was not emotionally equipped to handle the situation (read: I got mad and cried). Then, after landing in Chicago, we had nearly 5 hours of layover, moving from gate to gate like well-behaved cattle. I swear they change the gates just to keep people from getting restless and stampeding. I was so glad to finally land in Des Moines, until I realized it meant going to work today. And all I have to say about that: yuck!!!!
Exciting thing tomorrow, though - Ultrasound!! I really do intend to post amusing anecdotes and breathtaking pictures from my trip at some point, but chances are that tomorrow I will be too distracted by having seen my baby for the first time. Only G-rated stuff, though, to keep the surprise intact, of course. ;)
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