mundane life details: a tale of many stressors

Adam is on his way home from his last out of state interviews! I'm so excited to be able to sit back, relax and not worry about having this baby while he's 2000 miles away.

It's been incredibly boring while he's been doing these. Last weekend since he was gone Saturday morning through Monday evening I just about lost my mind. I sat around in such a state of stress that I was pretty sure I would put myself into labor and the more I'd get stressed the more the contractions would come and the more I'd try to relax the more it would stress me out.

So. Much. Fun!

Luckily I did at some point quit freaking out. But it was awfully hard since the doctor had told me to stay down all weekend (and drink 6 liters of water a day to keep baby in. Do you realize what 6 liters of water does to a pregnant bladder?) so I had plenty of time to lay and worry and freak out about what it would be like to push out a baby with no husband there.

And imagine how excited I was to repeat that experience this week when Adam left yesterday morning for Chicago! Luckily it hasn't been as bad since I had classes and wasn't just laying around thinking about nothing else the entire time and I think I had basically come to terms with delivering a baby husbandless over the previous weekend so I wasn't quite such an emotional wreck. 

Anywho. Yesterday morning we got up and we had a leisurely morning getting him off to the airport. In a completely non-hurried, non stressed out manner I sent him out the door and he was on his way with time to spare.

Then I did some things around the house, walking through our little hallway probably a dozen or so times before going in and going back to sleep (I'm a professional mid-morning napper). About an hour after leaving I get a frantic call from my dear old hat (That's Adam for anyone unaware) and he has . . . forgotten his luggage (suit included). Completely.

How neither of us realized this before he arrived at the airport is just shocking. He wasn't even leaving in a rush, how is that even possible? How on earth did I not notice when he left? How did I not notice it sitting in my way in the hallway? How did I not notice it sitting directly in my line of sight when I was in bed?

There are just too many unanswered questions.

Well, I tried to run it to him at the airport, but we did some quick math before I got to the freeway and realized it would be impossible.

Too much work had gone into him getting this interview for him to show up without a suit and blow the whole thing. So, the Adamonator arrived in Chicago about 2:30 and he had three and a half hours to get checked into his hotel, find and purchase a reasonably priced suit, tie and shirt that he'd still want to wear post interview, get the suit altered and get to a the restaurant for dinner.

Because he has skillz Adam was able to do all of this in his allotted time, arriving only minutes late for the pre-interview dinner (at Wildfire nonetheless so I was quite jealous - will someone PLEASE figure out a recipe for their chop salad?). Of course, he had to run through the streets of Chicago to get there, but what's a trip to Chicago if you don't have to run wildly through the streets at some point? (see: every single visit I took to the city in high school and barely made the train home.)

And then today he interviewed and got back to the airport and got on a flight that will get him home 4+ hours earlier than his original flight. Those are 4+ hours that I won't have to be paranoid about driving my laboring self to a hospital. Blessed day.

Also, I'm just incredibly relieved this interview is over. It's one huge sigh of relief after a year long circus of getting to this point.