Do you remember yesterday when I talked about living in Thailand? I failed to mention that my Southeast Asian adventures were not in solitude. I had a partner in crime. Faren, my cousin. But I prefer to call her sister-cousin. We had the time of our lives and share mountains of memories. From haggling with tuk-tuk drivers over every baht to eating our weight in ripe, golden mangoes.
Last year, I became pregnant just weeks after Faren. I can’t tell you how many hours we spent on the phone talking about pregnancy, breastfeeding, parenting, and the like. With our bellies growing to monstrous proportions and our babies being born, Faren and I have been busy ladies. And we haven’t had a visit since last summer.
James is flying to Atlanta this weekend for a conference (also happens to be where his family lives) and while I was originally going to accompany him so that my in-laws could oogle over Giovanna, that plan was quickly vetoed when we learned how much his client paid for the plane ticket. Instead, I am taking the opportunity to go visit my cousin and introduce our sweet little babes.
I am nervous about flying by myself with a 3 month old infant. But the flight is only 1 hour and 45 minutes and I won’t have to do security alone. In fact, James will deliver us right to our gate as his flight leaves shortly afterwards. My mom warned me that as a baby, I screamed on airplanes. It would only be fair if Giovanna paid me back. But I hope she doesn’t.
Wish me luck and please forgive me if I am absent from my blog for the next several days. To make you feel better, I leave you with a picture of my adorable little cousin, who I am so excited to meet. Haven.