Don't worry, I'm not pregnant. I just booked our flights to Salt Lake for our trip and so now I will be in a constant state of distress until I am safely back on the ground in Austin in about a month and a half. Aren't you proud of me? You maybe don't realize what a big deal it is for me to do this, and I guess it isn't done, but I scheduled (well, I told my dad to schedule) our flights. Utah here I come (I hope). And pray for my sanity in the upcoming weeks. It really is hard for most people to understand, but when I think about flying I become totally non-functional.
I think I may go seek medical attention (uh....drugs) to see if they can give me something to help, but it would be sad because I am pretty sure I would have to wean Bentley. Oh the trauma, I wish this wasn't such a big deal to me.
Please don't tell me how safe flying is, I know that. This fear is hard wired baby. You can tell me how safe I will be though and how much fun I am going to have and how there will not be storms on the day we are supposed to fly out.
Oh dang, the hyperventilation is starting.