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The dreaded shower is today. In Tennessee. And I am in Pennsylvania. I could have flown down yesterday or the day before, and had planned to...but it's hard to fight the instinct to stay here and feather my nest.
No worries, I thought. I'll just hop on today's 7:30am flight to KnoxVegas instead. Upon second glance last night, I realized that the 7:30am flight was really a 7:30pm flight. Not a great choice for the 2pm party.
My only other option was leaving Newark at 5:30am (which means leaving my house at 3am) for Houston, then hopefully getting on a nearly full flight to Knoxville which would arrive exactly 20 minutes before the shower.
Leaving my house at 3am means getting up at 2am, which was not an option at 2am when my alarm went off. The Naughty Norwegian, protective dad-to-be that he is, thought it unwise for his 8-months pregnant baby mama to have such a stupidly long day in the air. When the alarm sounded, he turned it off and snuggled up so perfectly that any (small) desire I had to get out of bed was thwarted. I think I'll keep him around, just for doing that.
I really did want to go and see everyone, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it the last few days. I feel good. There was no tangible reason not to...but I think it was the nesting thing. Instinct is powerful. When my dogs had puppies, they never strayed far from their chosen spot in the days leading up to the birth. I think I understand why.
Baby shower by webcam should be interesting.