My brother, Brandon, got home from Iraq at the first part of May. Brian and I purchased tickets to come out to DC from Arizona to visit with him and his family before he PCS'd to Albuquerque, New Mexico. Brian's never been to DC so it was the perfect time to come out. It wouldn't be too hot, we could help Brandon get some stuff done around the house, and we could spend some time in DC and Brian could see the sights. And ... I would be 6-weeks pregnant.
I made sure I packed some granola bars for the trip since i knew I wouldn't be eating much on the plane. We get ready for take off and I look out the window at Phoenix flying by and ... I get nauseaus. Seriously? I NEVER get nauseaus on a plane! I just put my head back and breathed in through my nose and out through my mouth. Don't they put barf bags on planes anymore? Will this be the first time I actually threw up because of pregnancy? NO!! I made it through! I took some sips of water and kept my head back, kept breathing. I made it! Butter Bean was on its first plane ride!
They came through with crackers ... plain, please ... and drinks ... Sprite, please. I read, Brian snuggled with me and went to the bathroom so many times you would have thought HE was pregnant! Next thing you knew, it was 5-hours later and we were landing. Uh, oh. Here it comes again. In, out ... in, out ... in, out. The girl next to Brian decides to start talking. Five hours of sitting next to someone and she chooses NOW to start talking with us? I look at Brian and try to send him ESP to talk to the chick because if I open my mouth, there's no telling what might come out! I say a couple sentences then close my eyes and start breathing. Touch down! I made it again!
Off the plane, into the bathroom, walking out of the gate area, and there's my dad to greet us. Oh yeah ... Brian needs to ask him for his blessing in marrying me and we have to tell him I'm pregnant. It's going to be a long 16 hours.
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