There I sat, on my parent’s brisk toilet the day after Christmas, unwrapping a second pregnancy test for good measure. (Exactly how I imagined holidays in my mid-thirties). How wild would this be? Adam and I aren’t even 48 hours into our engagement and a frickin’ baby?! So much for an engagement party with the build-your-own tequila station I dreamt of last night…
With a little pep in my step (or what my partner would classify as agitation), I went to the nearest open United desk and was pleasant as pie as I greeted a few real sweet ladies who instructed me to head to the help desk. I was greeted at desk number three: “Hello, how are you?” “I’m doing well! I mean, considering…” “Considering you’re at the airport? I hear ya…” I was going to say, ‘Considering that my flight was canceled,’ but this person gets it; she has to work here. I wanted to reply with ‘Transferred from the DMV, did ya?’