burberry london fur trench (burberry) / multi color trench (french connection) / blue dress (french connection) / sued boots (french connection) / leather gloves (burberry) / black chanel (fashionphile)

Fashion Week was a crazy one for me this trip. Plan A. was the whole family go, and then go to New Jersey to see our Babba. About a week before we took off we got news that thankfully she was released from the hospital, but she could not receive kisses or hugs. This would be too hard for us, so we postponed our family trip. And I just made it a work trip.

I took a red eye flight, and hit the ground running. From brand meetings, presentations, to shows. By the time I finally checked in my room I was exhausted and just wanted to eat. I was so grateful that I was able to room with a good friend of mine from Minnesota, I hate rooming alone. She too is pregnant so it worked out perfect.

We were able to get a room at the Essex House, it’s now a J.W. Marriott and super nice. Our room was huge, so was our bathroom and closet. We did not have any crazy person trying to break into our room, and we were thankful that you had to get carded before using the elevators, unlike where we stayed last time. Plus we got our own beds and paid half as much, score!

I left the evening of Friday the 13th. First off no taxi would take me to the airport. I got a hotel driver to take me, the whole time he was telling me that I might not make my flight that this is the worst traffic he had ever seen. I was like worse than shore traffic? He took me down every back road in Queens trying to get me to the airport so I wouldn’t miss my flight. (it took us 1.5 hours to get the airport, normally 45 mins.)

I try checking in at the kiosk. And my ticket number isn’t working. I stand in the super long line to talk to someone to get my boarding pass. I give the lady my confirmation number. She tells me that I am a month early, that my flight leaves Friday the 13th of March. I start spinning. And ask her what I can do? She told me to go to the rebooking desk and they can help me there.

I call Dallin. I am in a mile long line, flights are being canceled left and right due to weather. Delta is an hr long hold time. I am sick to my stomach. I felt so-o helpless. Hrs later my husband finds me a flight home. It’s for tomorrow morning. I am not leaving the airport. I don’t trust myself to wake up super early to try to make it back to the airport and I am not dealing with that traffic. I decided I am going to spend the night in the airport. And I am going to try to get on any flight that is leaving to SLC.

I am glued to the monitor screens. I can’t sleep. I want to go home. It really was freaky Friday. A young man brings me over a heart shaped donut and told me happy Valentines Day. I took a picture of it and threw it away, I was sick to my stomach. I called my sis. who was originally going to meet me in San Fran on my 7 hr layover and we were going to play. I had to tell her the craziest news of all time that I will not be there. I hang up and hear over the intercom last call to SLC gate 41. I am nowhere near that gate, but I take off running. I am so tired and have no idea how it happened, but the next thing I know I fall around gate 37 over a mans roller bag. As you can imagine a super pregnant women falling caused quite the scene and they wanted to make sure I was okay. I was literally in shock and told everyone I was fine and instead of running to the gate I ran to the bathroom to make sure I wasn’t bleeding. I was good and felt okay enough to walk to the gate and sure enough by the time I got there the plane was gone.

I had no other choice, but to sit down and pray that baby boy was okay and that time would just go fast, my flight was in 5 more hrs. Around 4am I decided to go and wash my face in the bathroom. My mascara was hard and smeared from tears and my cheeks were burning. I don’t know what from other than exhaustion. At 5am I went to the m.a.c. store in the airport and the lady working there gave me a makeover. I was thankful.

I finally boarded my plane. So thankful that it was first class, and even more thankful when I realized that it was the pods. I was going to be laying down completely flat in my own little pod the whole way to San Fran. I slept all but an hr. of that flight. At the end of the flight the flight attendant came up to me with a box of chocolates and a rose and said Happy Valentines Day, this is from your Valentines. I instantly forgot about the crappiest 10 hrs I had and was beaming.

I finally got home. I saw my beautiful family. And I just new that life is so much better with them.

My husband and kids when I was gone had gotten some charms put on my Tiffanys bracelet of a little boy and little girl. I didn’t cry, I had done enough of that the night before, but I just knew it was worth being home with my family at that moment.

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