Alive, Alive-O

We are here! It is sunny!! And I made it through the flight without a panic attack!!

And I am very over-excited as you can tell from the liberal use of exclamation marks. Donor doing well, retrieval on Friday and my lining is at 11mm. That was the great stuff. Now onto the not-so-funny or great.

We arrived late Tuesday night, made it off the plane super-quick in front of the 400-strong herd to get through immigration. Yes! I thought. Straight to baggage and we will be in the car in 10 minutes.

No. Very quickly, the first suitcase came round the baggage carousel, complete with its super-distinctive identifying NYC taxi strap.

Then we waited and waited and I grew dizzy, watching the same endless parade of suitcases go round and round. And round again.

We kept thinking some more baggage must be coming so we waited some more. An hour later, we realised that our other suitcase was not going to magically appear and perhaps it was time to make enquiries at the KLM desk.

By this time, I was almost sobbing with exhaustion, after having travelled for 15 hours at that point. My cankles were threatening to take over the airport and I was just not in the mood.

I was prepared to abandon the stupid suitcase but Mr P reminded me it was the one containing all the baby booty for Bosom Buddies. Without it, I would have no legitimate reason to meet the gorgeous and divine Tertia.

I was now freaking out that our driver would have abandoned us as we were now so late. He probably thought we had been arrested for drug smuggling.

Ok, gotta go. To be continued. Stay tuned for more tales of derring-do, hobbit feet and sunset on the beach.