Mass Trip Part One

It feels so good to be back home! Unlike last time, I am here for 3 weeks which means I actually get to relax. The last time I was up I was here for a week and my schedule was super hectic between seeing friends and family. This time all of my weekends are booked but I get to relax during the week. Which, for a six and half month pregnant woman is awesome! I've been home for three days and I already don't want to go back. The weather here is phenomenal thanks to the lack of humidity (my hair is very thankful). For the next three weeks I get to spend my time sitting by the water with family and friends. I know...I have the best life ever!

I wish the trip up was as relaxing as it has been so far. I hope everyone is ready for this story! Before I start my story, let me post this disclaimer: I have never had good luck flying by myself and should have seen this coming.  


When I bought my plane ticket I planned on booking the first flight of the day so there would be no problems. Looking back I shouldn't have been too optimistic and allowed myself to sleep in later. I booked a six o'clock flight at Charleston International Airport. Because the airport was two hours away we had to wake up at 12:45 in the morning. We got there with no problems; the check-in process and security were a breeze. I boarded the plane and was so excited to finally have everything go right. I was even seated next to the friendliest lady I had ever met. The flight was scheduled to be a little over two hours and I had a 40 minute layover at Newark airport. We took off on time and the lady next to me, a lady with two young kids seated the row in front of me and I talked the whole flight. Everything was going great until I noticed the plane was flying in big circles. When I checked the time I realized something was wrong because we should have landed 20 minutes prior. I looked at the lady next to me and asked her if she thought anything was wrong. She tried to calm me by saying they must know what they are doing. After another 15 minutes the pilot got on the intercom and told us that there was a storm and they were told to circle around until it passed. Because the plane was an express plane it was running low on fuel and we had to land in PA instead of NJ. By the time we landed my next flight had already left. While we were waiting to refuel, a bunch of us on the plane realized we were all on the same flight to Boston. Much to my surprise I got a text saying that flight had been delayed, which brought up my spirits. When we finally landed in Newark, the lady with her children and I took off running to catch our next flight. 

What I wish someone had told me was that Newark is the biggest airport ever! Just to get from one Concourse to the next you have to take either a bus or  tram. If you chose to take the tram, you have to go through security again. Even though the tram would have been faster we decided to take the bus to avoid security. When the bus dropped us off at Concourse C we got off at gate 1...too bad we needed to be at gate 125. That was on the opposite end of the Concourse and turned out to be a 25 minute run sprint. Just in case you couldn't guess, by the time we got there the plane had taken off. Thank God the gentleman extremely rude airport worker was there to help us out (in case you didn't catch my sarcasm). When we explained our situation he looked at us and said "what do you want me to do about it". I couldn't believe it! How rude can you be. It wasn't our fault the plane needed to get fuel. He then told us he could do nothing about it and we would have to go to customer service which of course was on the opposite end of the terminal. So after another sprint (picture a pregnant woman and a lady literally dragging her 4 and 7 year olds) across the airport we got to customer service. Get ready for this...they told us we couldn't be guaranteed a flight until 8:30 that night (that meant a nice relaxing 11 hour wait). The four of us were then handed standby tickets to hopefully catch a seat on a flight before then. One finally sprint to the other end of the concourse to catch a flight boarding in 20 minutes and we all got to finally sit exhausted, anxious, and very angry. 

What the customer service representatives failed to tell us was that there was another flight to Boston on the gate right next to us. We decided to go over and check it out because the flight we were waiting for was overbooked. On the walk over, all of the people from our original flight noticed us approaching and ran over to the other gate to ask about open seats. Of course the flight had some, but by the time it was our turn in line they were all taken. Somehow we managed to get onto the first flight. Just when you would think all of my troubles were over, there was another storm and we were stuck waiting in a hot plane on the runway for over an hour. Of course I get the seat next to two people who are making out and feeling each each other up. Joy right? Thankfully the rest of the flight went well, I made friends with an awesome flight attendant, and most importantly I made it home without jumping out the plane window. If I wasn't pregnant the first thing I would have asked for was a glass of wine. But, because I am, I opted for a Friendly's BLT and a Dunkin Donuts iced coffee. 

Fast forward a couple days and here I am. Completely relaxing in this gorgeous weather getting ready for my sister's baby shower tomorrow. Although I am loving being home I miss my hubby and my puppy. Patrick had to stay home because of work and got the responsibility of taking care of Cooper for the next three weeks. It feels weird being so far away from them (it's the first time since we got married) but I have things I need to do here before I go home, and who says no to a vacation! Patrick said Cooper misses me, but I don't think it's nearly as much as I miss them. How could anyone not miss these faces? 

Until next time 

Tati :)