I remember when I was pregnant with Jackson, I would worry so much about labor and delivery. I was *not* happy with my options to actually get the baby out of me. I felt surely there was a 3rd option. Surely there was a better way to have a baby than the traditional way or by c-section. I was seriously fretting. Well, fast forward 7 and a half years, and I am fretting again.
As long as I can remember, I have wanted to go to China. It is all I have thought about for the last two years. Now that travel is imminent, I am starting to shake in my boots. I do not want to get on a plane. I do not want to leave my husband or my children. I do not want to leave my house. I am seriously getting worried. Surely there is another way to get my girl home?
I really think I would feel better about this whole thing if my husband could travel with me. He makes everything ok. He makes me feel safe. The thought of traveling to the other side of the world without him literally makes me want to cry. It'll be ok...
Think good thoughts. Think good thoughts.