My poor deserted TR...For the record if I ever move again...I'll cry...Or at least hire someone to move for us or something...but SHEESH! I have a TR to write!
So, from the looks of it we didn't even get to the airport yet...So, lets start there. DH woke up before I did. I'm pretty certain we were too excited to sleep but we did our best to go to bed early-which didn't happen and we were both up before the crack of dawn. This help a ton while dealing with time change but we will get to that.
Now let me preface this first by saying when it comes to travel I'm a wee bit OCD...You have to get to the airport at least an hour and a half BEFORE your flight-especially for the early flights b/c the line at our airport is RIDICULOUS!
and TSA is worse...but boys will be boys and DH had to go through his entire morning rituals...Which did not calm my nerves at all...I felt like everything was moving in slow motion...and since
DCL booked our flights and used United...whom I have never used to fly before...I was even more concerned...We are typically a JetBlue family and if we can't book there we book Delta...Never flew on United...had no clue what to expect...I went through all the motions the night before including making sure that our boarding passes were all set blah blah blah...As I waited for DH I double checked that we had everything...hoped that it was all balanced b/c as you all know...I waited until the last minute to pack...another thing that never happens.
After all of this Eeyore mode getting ready thing I was about to take my own car to the airport. DH didn't see what the big deal was. He offered to drop me off at the door (pointless b/c I would have to wait for him to check in anyway) So, I refused that. So, we parked and walked to the entrance...OH..Yeah..There was a line

Deep cleansing breath...DH could see I was fuming...but nothing I could do about it now...he had to take for-EVER to get his day started...

We finally got to the ticket counter. The checked our passports and weighed our luggage...we were 8lbs over the 50 lb limit...AND the over charge for this was $100 ARE YOU KIDDING ME????

They weighed the other bag and there was more than enough room. Let me tell you what it is like to have to tear open your stuff in the middle of the airport to flip flop stuff around to get it all where it needed to be.

We figured that out and then were given our boarding passes and sent on our way. Finally...
Then, we got in the line for TSA. This took forever and we finally made it through...Luckily neither one of us were stopped. We had a short time to eat...which translated into get bagel slather on cream cheese to see DH look at me and say "They're boarding. We've got to go!"

Fabulous...So much for enjoying my airport breakfast and a quick potty break before we leave...but we were off!
*NOTE* Please understand that the typical travel OCD was only enhanced by the pregnancy hormones. So, dear DH...I'm sorry I was in such a rush...but I really wanted to get my bagel and to the bathroom before we left...