“K” issues notwithstanding, today I learned that flying with an eight (almost nine) month old is a lot different than flying with a six month old! The only thing Sweet Pea loves more than snuggling is people-watching, and our plane offered her a cornucopia of new faces. I kept hoping she would notice that many of their eyes were closed and start to feel yawny herself, but it was waaay too exciting for that. Not only were there faces galore, but most of them were friendly, and a few even wanted to play peek-a-boo. She was in heaven.
I, on the other hand, was not. My body was being used as a seat, a food source, and a ladder for two long hours on an airplane seat, while Dan sat next to me trying to work on his laptop while Sweet Pea intermittently pulled his hair, poked his glasses, and tapped the keys. I’m sure a glass of wine (for me, not her) would have improved the situation, but there would have been the issue of where to put it and I’d already spilled most of an avocado and a cup of ice water all over myself and my seat, due to a combination of poor planning and a wiggly baby.
My race is in two days. I’m nervous that I will be slow because I’ve been sleep deprived
since we had a baby all week. Dan says I need to relax and be glad that I even trained for a half marathon since having a baby. I know he’s right but I also want so badly to run fast.