I'm taking a little road trip to visit my BFF in SJ. And of course, BB is coming with me. Before BB's arrival, I didn't think twice about jumping in the car on the weekend and spending the day with T. But, I haven't made the trek since before he was born. I haven't been comfortable traveling that far with him all by myself. (I don't really need to list the reasons. I think they're pretty obvious.) But T came up to visit me with her little guy when BB was born... and now BB is almost the same age her guy was at the time. It's time I spread my wings and fly again--with BB on my back. Or in my backseat, rather. I have a gnawing pain in my stomach just thinking about it.