What would you have done?

Traveling with a woman who is 8 months pregnant,Ridiculous.

Being the pregnant woman’s husband,Ridiculous AND exhausting!

Imagine having to walk through an airport holding 1,000 pounds of luggage on your back while also holding the hand of Jabba the Hutt.  Now take that and multiply it by 100, and you are almost imagining my weekend.Well moments of my weekend at least.I mean, don’t get me wrong.  I love Kate more than anything and of course I will take care of her anytime she needs it, but WHEW!!I’m glad this weekend is over.

Since Kate is a little emotional these days I would love to tell the real story of our Friday travel nightmare.Now keep in mind that the real story might sound a little different from the Crazy Prego version, but she IS carrying a small child around so give her some slack.

The trip began as planned.  We got to Hartford feeling good and were excited to go through the shorter “family”‘ line in security (thank you nice security guard who said, you guys are close enough to a family. I guess you have to have a child to be considered a family!I’m not sure what that’s about but I won’t digress.) We had enough time to get dinner, which was much needed.Kate ate, like, 3 fajita burritos and was full and happy.  Happy enough to let me buy a ridiculously expensive set of headphones in the airport gift store. I don’t know what she was thinking, but I must have caught her during a moment of weakness.These situations don’t happen often so I decided to capitalize on this. (thanks sweetie!) We boarded and I took the middle seat so she could have the aisle and we were off. Woo hoo! Let the feet swelling begin!

We DID have to land in Knoxville, which was unfortunate but you can’t do anything about the weather so I see no reason in getting all huffy puffy at Delta like some of the other passengers.Aside from missing our flight to Pensacola, Knoxville wasn’t that bad.  It wasn’t stormy and we weren’t there for five hours as Mrs. Crazy Prego described. We were only there for half, (maybe 3/4) of Marley and Me.  This is GREAT because I had never seen the movie, but I do know how it ends and I think I would have been a basket case on the plane if I had to sit through the ending.(I’m a sucker for labs, but who isn’t?) So we were stuck on the runway for about two hours.And the worst part was that they were rationing out the water, which I would have been perfectly fine with if they would have substituted my water for a beer or a few of those little mini whiskey’s.  Oh well.

After arriving in Atlanta, I discovered the perk of traveling with someone who looks like they could pop at any moment.  They put us on the first flight out the next morning!I suggest finding your own bursting Prego the next time you are stuck in your travels.

After that we were off to the hotel to sleep for a few hours and then get back on a plane to continue our journey at 5:00 AM the next morning.

And yes, I did go stand in line at the Mickey D’s drive in, but I had no choice.  Crazy Prego hadn’t eaten since 6:00 PM and I knew she was hungry.When I got back she ate a quarter pounder MEAL, and then she ate MY quarter pounder meal!!

I’m just glad I didn’t have to go back to get more because I don’t know if you know this, but standing in front of a beat up Buick holding a300 pound man waiting on his quadruple cheeseburger,super sized extra large fry with double chocolate shake at 1:00 AM in downtown Atlanta can be quite terrifying.  I mean really.  What was I going to do?It was either deal with the 300 pound Buick man or deal with my beautiful Prego at the hotel.  What would you do??  I’ll take my chances with the Buick.

–Until next time–

Chris