Leavin' on a Jet Plane

Yep, today's the day. Just a few more hours and we'll be in Seattle.

Already having all the travel jitters I can stand:
- I hate flying at my current weight. Hate it, hate it, hate it. I hate that I have to endure the looks of normal sized passengers terrified I will sit next to them. I hate having to ask for a seat belt extension. I hate how snippy the flight attendants can be when I ask for a seat belt extension. I just plain hate flying at this weight. It almost makes me sorry I agreed to go on this trip.
- I'm a nervous flyer anyway, and a disappearing jet over the Atlantic doesn't make me feel any better about it. Aack.
- I'm missing N already, and I haven't even left yet. So far it has been like any other day with me taking him to school. . . Only today, I was saying goodbye for a week not just a few hours.
- My period should arrive any moment, should have actually arrived several days ago. Of course traveling under those circumstances is just dandy great. (That's sarcasm people, major sarcasm.)

So, off we go. . .