Blogging as a form of distraction

Okay. I can deal with this. I am trying not to fall into crisis mode. Trying really hard. Paul called last night and his flight leaving Philly was delayed due to weather. Okay, weather delays happen. Deep breath. I had no idea that all of this was happening until late last night because he couldn't get in touch with me while I was at work. So, all evening I worry and fret and stew that he doesn't care at all. It was a stressful day and the dramatics make their appearance once the stress kicks in. And finally, I hear from him. And he's cranky. I hate it when he's cranky and I can't do anything to help. He ran gate to gate only to watch his flight to Albuquerque pulling away. I've been there. There is no worse feeling. Getting a hotel was no picnic either. He got a room (the last room) in a hotel close to the airport. He was scheduled to arrive this morning at 9:45 this morning. But when my phone rang at 6am this morning I was awakened to more bad news. He missed his flight. He flight was supposed to leave Minneapolis/St Paul at 6:30. And he woke up at 5:50a. Even if he is close to the airport, that's bad. Panic sets it. Cabs were called. Terminals confused the cab driver. Cab driver didn't take credit cards. And the like. Needless to say, he was attempting to check in as his flight was leaving the gate. Man, two missed flights. I believe that's a record for us. And it's happening the day of our embryo transfer. Of course it is. I didn't sleep much after a wake up call like that. Please don't let there be mechanical problems. Please don't let there be mechanical problems. Please don't let there be mechanical problems. This is not the end of the world. I can hold it together. I think I can. I think I can. I think I can. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.