Hitting the Bottom?

We are back from our week in Jamaica, the week that almost didn't happen thanks to AirTran. We were supposed to leave Monday morning and get back Friday night. In the end we ended up leaving Tuesday morning and coming back Saturday night. I have much gratitude for the staff at the resort for allowing us to extend our stay until Saturday after we lost the entire day and night on Monday. We spent the entire day at the airport on Monday while mechanics tried to fix the busted fuel pump on our plane. We went from "this will definitely be fixed by 1pm" to "there's a part we need to fly in from Midway" to "sorry they canceled the flight". Why they couldn't cancel the 8:45am flight sooner than 3:00pm, I have no idea. There were restrictions on the type of plane that was allowed to take us to Jamaica which is why they couldn't just substitute another plane. AirTran was recently bought by Southwest and converted most of their planes, but not all, and they weren't allowed to take us there on a Southwest plane. After confirming with the resort that we could extend our stay we attempted to re-book our return trip on Saturday. We hit a roadblock. Apparently nothing was available, direct or not. We stepped to the side to discuss our options (cancelling via trip insurance for a full refund or just getting back a measly $100 or so on the missed night at the resort) and also to wait and see if anyone coming back on Saturday was giving up their seat. Being the irrational pregnant lady that I am I started full-on crying at the thought of my vacation being cancelled. Within 5 minutes of this the AirTran service guy comes over and tells us he can get us back on Saturday if we will take a layover in Atlanta. Well, duh you idiot! Didn't I just ask you if there was anything that wasn't direct? Sheesh! Lesson learned, crying pregnant lady will always get what she wants.

Jake and I discussed during our trip whether Monday's adventure was us hitting the bottom of our stream of bad luck so far this year. I can only hope so. I really don't want 2014 to go down in the books as the year that nearly everything that could go wrong for us, did.

On the bright side we had our anatomy ultrasound on Wednesday before vacation and everything with baby boy looks very, very good. They re-confirmed for us that it was a boy. Apparently there is a 1% chance of error with the DNA testing and the doctor told me that they actually did have one come back wrong. He is measuring 6 days ahead at this point which isn't a big surprise given my history. I talked briefly to my OB about this on Thursday and it isn't a concern since we actually know how we plan to handle it this time around. I've started feeling lots of movement too and it is amazing how quickly I forgot how cool that is. This little guy is definitely going to be the bright spot of our year. We are starting to discuss names a little bit but we still don't want to get our hearts set on anything yet. I can't seem to get Jake to give me any suggestions so I suspect the process will follow the route of me giving him a bunch of options and him picking what he likes out of those. I'd like to be decided on something before we go to the hospital but at this rate I'm not 100% that will happen, ha ha!

I didn't really take many photos during vacation since we mostly just spent the time relaxing. I will admit to wandering the beach in a bikini most days. This was kind of a big deal to me given my self-esteem issues in the past. My kind husband told me I looked much better than some of the non-pregnant, overly tanned people there, bless his heart. I just hope I didn't blind anyone with my pastiness.