Boston

Before I found out I was pregnant, Cameron and I, with 3 of our closest friends planned a trip to Boston. I had never been there before and was SUPER stoked about it. I can't actually describe how bummed out I was that the trip would fall into my 8th week of pregnancy.
"D week", two of my other miscarriages started about this time. (I didn't find out until later than this, but spotting, symptoms, etc started about that point)

I scheduled an ultrasound for two days before my flight. I REALLY wanted to go if possible but was terrified that something would happen while mid-flight or even while we were there. I mean how shitty would I feel if I ruined the trip for everyone else if I miscarried?

(side note: I'm also afraid of flying. And I would have to do it 100% sober. WTF. Not fair.)

The doctor gave me the OK to go on the trip.

I packed up, my friend, Zofran in hand.

The trip was really great. I had 3 friends to distract me most of the flight, so I didn't have a complete meltdown. Overall the entire trip was a good distraction. I was able to forget my pregnancies fears for almost a week and enjoy exploring a new place with good friends. I was even lucky enough to have the morning sickness ease up slightly so I could enjoy some local fare. (thank you meds).

And bonus, I didn't even have any spotting or cramping. Good shit.