I am home, safe and sound! The day went pretty smoothly, considering that three separate flights were involved in my travel across the U.S.

I have also decided that Northwest Air has the MOST uncomfortable seats in the entire world. I didn’t used to think so, but now I am sure. My pregnant butt does NOT like those seats – my tail bone starts aching after about a half hour and gets progressively worse. So, like the flights to Canada, I used my poor winter coat to give me a little softer seat and take some pressure off my tailbone. It worked, I suppose.

The other main complaint of the day was my freakin’ knee. I do not think this is pregnancy related, though it may have gotten worse because of pregnancy… but I remember this being an issue before. My right knee just starts aching and aching, and nothing save standing up relieves it. I was spending some time massaging around my knee trying to help, stretching my legs, folding my legs… anything I could. And it’s only my right knee. So I haven’t a clue what would cause that.

Oh did I mention the shin splints? Yeah, those again. Walking brisky through the Seattle/Tacoma airport quickly let me know how miserable navigating airports was going to be. “Hobble” would be a better word for my method of travel. Thank the light for airport shuttles right? Well, even though people took the few seats before I got there.

And finally, there was the heartburn. Gag gag. I have no idea why it was so bad today, I guess just some poor eating choices…. I should not have ordered those chicken strips on New Year’s day, and I most certainly should not have had one for breakfast yesterday. (After that I ate only a muffin and a huge ham and tomato wrap at the airports.) I guess it was just one of those days where everything I touched gave me heartburn. Blech.

So other than all that, it all went well. Got through security and customs very quickly, no issues (boy is it nice to cross the border without a problem! I love that permanent resident card!), my bags all made it onto all their planes, no flights were delayed… it was a pretty uneventful day, on the whole. I like travel days like that. I do wish that my travel days were a little shorter, but you know… the parents live a good long distance away. Sigh.

And luckily I was so focussed on having everything with me, getting to my next flight, etc, that I had no time to sit and cry or think about the fact that I was leaving. And now that I’m home, in my own bed (which, by the way, IS SO NICE AND SOFT!!!), everything else just kind of fades a little bit. I’m home, I’m safe.

Of course the house is a mess of fur and clutter, and it’s my job to clean it. The cat was just yowling outside the bedroom door (he wants to come in to accost us while we sleep), and the dog spent a good hour whining that daddy was paying more attention to mommy than him (and so he was grabbing random scraps of tissue and paper and eating them – just because he knows he’s not supposed to)… and while sitting here in the dark (dark, because it’s the only way I can get the dogs to settle down and sleep instead of squeaking toys all night) there was a crash out in the living room. Do I really want to know? Probably not.

I guess it’s the family’s way of saying, “Welcome home mom! Vacation’s over.” And we’re adding a baby into this chaos? We must be nuts.