Two weeks from now, I'll be at the airport getting ready to board my plane and leave. Hopefully the cat will be loaded up as well. Hopefully there won't be ash clouds or civil unrest or any other reason for cancellation. If all goes according to plan, twenty-four hours later I'll be home.
The pregnancy is making it hard for me to do all the things I want to do one last time before I leave. I'm too hot, too slow, and too tired. That and I have less time to do those things than I thought I did a month ago, thanks to my departure date moving up a few weeks.
I don't want to leave yet. It's so final. All of our friends here who have seen me through the pregnancy won't get the reward of seeing the baby, since I won't be returning.