2004-05-26 - 11:06 p.m. - Cycle day:

I don't think I've been this nervous since I was in labor. We're about to take a 400-mile road trip with the baby. Make that 800 miles, if you count both directions. The Husband has a conference to attend, and rather than spending four days on our own, M. and I are braving the unknown. I'm still not sure if it's the best decision, but I think The Husband would be disappointed if I changed my mind at this point. I'm trying to look at the bright side and look forward to the change of scenery. I think we will actually have fun once we get there. I'm just really scared about the travel. What happens if she loses it 45 minutes from home? A friend of mine just got back from a trip with her son, who is the exact same age as M, and she said it was a nightmare. The poor wee one screamed and screamed for hours. They'd stop somewhere and take him out of his car seat for a while, but as soon as he got back in, the screaming would resume. Granted, that trip was ten hours rather than five, but it's still intimidating. She's too little to entertain herself or be entertained by any outside source for longer than 15 minutes at a time. Our only hope is that she sleeps. A lot. We're not the type of parents to Dimetapp her into sedation, though, so if she's cranky, there's not much we can do. Remind me to pack the earplugs ...

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