So, off I go to Orlando, my favorite place in the world, with a miscarriage waiting to happen. It's hard to be so terribly depressed when you are heading off to a trip that you have been looking forward to since DH said "Maybe we can go to Disney for Halloween next year." And all I really wanted to do was stay in bed and hide from my body's betrayal.

I always try to get to the airport early. You never know when the lines will take forever, so better safe than sorry. My BIL actually missed a flight because he showed up at the airport (post 9/11) half an hour before his flight was scheduled to leave. From the San Diego airport. Dumb ass. Our airport always seems to run pretty smoothly, but you never know, so early - always early. Got to the gate about an hour and a half before my flight. Got a couple of text messages from baby sister/friend, who was on her way to Orlando from her home. It sucked that we were both up so early, but we were just anxious to get to our other sister/friend and to Mickey! With all of the flights that they cancel, you would think that less people are flying, yet they still oversell the plane and then try to bribe you with free flights (sorry - not on the way TO Disney - catch me on the way home). The gate agent kept making announcements, telling us that we couldn't board the plane until they had enough volunteers giving up their seats. Now, my mood, not being the best, this REALLY pissed me off. I didn't fuck up and sell too many tickets. I showed up on time to check in, don't try to hold me hostage in this shit hole when I am trying so hard to get to my happy place and I really NEED my happy place right now... What I didn't know until later was that I could have taken the two free round trip tickets and the other flight arriving at 1:00 in Orlando, since another friend, who I was supposed to meet in Orlando, to see how her vacation with her daughter and boyfriend was, but since the bf is afraid to fly, she and her daughter were driving back with him. I could have taken their offer and made the gate agent shut up, but she didn't let me know that they were driving back until I called her from the airport. Oh, well...

Now, I find it funny that so many airports have turned into malls. The first one that I saw that had really gone mall was the Pittsburgh airport when I went there for my loser uncle's third wedding to be there with my grandmother. I had an hour and a half to kill before my grandma's flight arrived and I couldn't believe all of the stores - I had a great time shopping while I was waiting. I didn't buy anything - too expensive, but still fun to shop. Well, of course, Orlando's airport has every store from every tourist trap in the area and then some! K & I had an hour or so to kill before baby sis' flight landed, so we ate lunch and shopped - ok, browsed, not shopped. Have to save all of my money for Disney... Must support the stockholders. Oh, wait - I AM a stockholder... Well, then - must support myself... Over lunch I told her all about the visit to the doctor and how crappy it all was and she just let me get it out of my system. You see, little sis had been through miscarriages before... Three of them. But she also has three beautiful kids and had no trouble getting pregnant. Not that I am bitter. Much. Really. Much.

So little sis arrives and I didn't cry. Really - I didn't. And then we were off. Girl's weekend! First we were stamping, then we were off to Sonic (mmmm... Sonic) and then we watched True Blood. Little sis kept covering her eyes at the best parts - called it soft core porn, but I thought it was fantastic! Who knew that Rogue from X-Men and Sam from the Starter Wife could be so hot! Wow! Must get HBO for next season! Then sleep and off to brunch with their dad and then, FINALLY, to Disney! For little sis' birthday! We had a shirt made for her that said "Hey Mickey! It's my birthday!" And then we got her a birthday pin, so from the front or the back, you could see it was her birthday. Evil, I know! And I did that when I thought I was pregnant... I knew she wouldn't hit me if I was pregnant. She still didn't hit me.

Suffice it to say, that I needed to be with the girls for the weekend. When the heavy bleeding started, they didn't try to make me feel better - they were just there. but, as much as I enjoyed being with them, I missed my dh horribly. And when he finally arrived, I told him that. The girls said I needed them, but I REALLY needed him. He was the only one who would feel the loss nearly as much as I did. I know he had been more cautious about my being pregnant, but he knew how much I wanted to be pregnant and how caught up I had gotten and I think he felt bad that I had been let down, even though I was the one who let myself down. We had a nice trip and on the flight back, they overbooked again and as soon as they offered two round trip tickets, I took their offer. DH & the munchkin went home (in business class, thanks to me) and I got stuck in some hotel with no bathtub (completely shooting my plans for an evening spent in the tub) next to a Waffle House. Too bad my DH had all of the cash. No Waffle House omlet for me. but, I did get two free roundtrip tickets out of the deal. I called the doctor's office to move my appointment to later in the day, but their ultrasound techs leave at noon, so they squeezed me in the next morning. Blood draw and ultrasound - still nothing to see on the ultrasound, but my hcg levels had started to go down, but slowly and I was still bleeding - I was on day 8 when I went to the doctor. At least I didn't need to have a D&C. But, still, FUCK...