September 5, 2006
Some new Mommies make a mad rush to the hospital… Our mad rush is to the airport!
We’re finally really on our way! I can’t believe it. I’m really on my way to meet the girls. I’m so excited, but I’m really nervous too. I remember the day before Cathy went into labor with Abbie she told Mom she wasn’t so sure she wanted to do this after all. At nine months pregnant and positively huge, it was a little late to be reconsidering. Still, I think I understand it now. I had a moment a little like that when I was buckling myself into the seat on the plane. Oh my. What am I doing? What on earth makes me think I can be a Mommy? What if they hate me? What if they think I smell funny? What if I get all the way to Kazakhstan and the court decides I’m not their idea of a good Mommy for the girls? AGH!!
Then we had the adventure of Dave’s horrible, supernatural, stain-attracting pants and there was no more time to worry about me. J Of course, Uncle Dae Dae was wearing new pants. Isn’t it funny how brand new pants just beg for disaster? He started out by spilling ketchup on them at Burger King before we left (we’re really going to have to re-think this whole Burger King connection…) That was a little irritating but not really a big deal. Then came the grease stains all over the back of his legs from the luggage cart in the airport. Then there was the Starbucks uh-oh with some Pumpkin Spice Latte spilled down the front of his pants. (That one was my fault. Oops.) Then, of course, pasta with a tomato sauce on the flight was just another accident begging to happen. And this is before we even made it to Frankfurt.
Dave and the new pants… How can my stress and worry compete with that? Kind of puts things in perspective, eh? I’m feeling much better now!!
