I've had this trip scheduled forever. It's a huge deal in my career and it's very important to me personally. I'm nervous about going, but I have to go. I have a fear of flying, that fear gets so much worse when I'm pregnant and I don't know why.
So the first part of the trip goes smoothly. I've decided not to tell the people I'm with unless it's necessary. I lose my luggage. My first flight is cancelled, but I don't freak out on the plane. All is good.
My weekend only goes downhill. I wind up getting an awful flu and can't do the teaching I'm there to be evaluated for the first day. I barely teach the second day, mostly because it's pitiful. I do manage to teach day three, but I feel tired and really behind. I don't feel like I can overcome everything. I'm horrified.
The trip back is awful. I cry from fligh to flight because there is so much turbulance. I call Kevin during my stop and beg him to let me take a car home. He complains it will be a day before I get home that way. And always loves to remind me that statistically I'm safer in the air. I get home and just want to kiss the ground...
