Well, my husband and I returned early (and by early, I mean 2am) this morning after a brief series of mishaps on our trip home. Our plane from Spokane to Chicago arrived on time, but when we landed, we were delayed for more than half an hour, and many of the other passengers missed their connecting flights as a result. Kevin and I were lucky, we made it to our gate with some time, and found out that our connection was also to be delayed. While it was an annoyance, it gave us time to get some food. My appetite has been much stronger the last few days, but that’s not surprising, considering that I am now 18 weeks pregnant. Once we got to the Memphis airport, we got our luggage and headed to the car. We were both exhausted, and my parents were waiting up so that I could pick up my dog. Again, fate intervened for some reason, and our car would not start after sitting four days in the cold weather. It took us another half hour to contact security and wait for them to find us in the airport garage and give us a jump. Fortunately, it started right up and we were finally able to head home. I didn’t get to see my dog until later this morning. I gave up while we were waiting and just told my parents to go to bed. It wasn’t fair to make them wait up any longer. So they dropped her off on their way to work and I was greeted by an excited beagle/shepherd mix while I was still in bed.
It is indeed good to be home. Now I have time and a quiet house to figure out the wii that we received for Christmas.