Flying Again

Our little fetus has now flown to his/her third country. We flew EasyJet to Berlin to see E's family and then drove across the border to Poland. So that's a fourth country. Well traveled little bean. E wanted me to write that this pregnancy thing is making her normally very organized mind scramble.
To get to Ciampino for our 9:30am flight, we had to be there at 7:30. Unfortunately, since Termoli is 3 hr drive we should leave at 4:30am. However, due to my sister's delayed departure from Sunday, we left Termoli at 1:30am, on NO sleep, and dropped her off at Fiumicino before double-backing to Ciampino and crashing for two hours in the rental car return lot. You won't see two people passed out using North Face jackets as pillows with a pizza box on the dash in the cold, rainy and dark rental car return lot at Rome's ugly-kid-sister airport in any C-Max commercials soon - but that would be a major selling point. We checked in nice and early and got 'A' boarding passes, not that any perceivable boarding order would occur to Italians. It didn't, despite the fact that the flight was mostly German. We were still the 3rd party on the plane and got exit row seating, together, with no one in the seat between us. But, leading up to that point.
E went to make herself pretty while I was reading "A Widow for One Year" and listening to Wolf Parade. She came out of the bathroom in a panic. Somehow, some way, while she was putting in her contacts and freshening up she had her ring box on the lip of the sink. The ring box, for some reason unknown to non-pregnant people, held her gold earrings. At some point the ring box overturned and knocked her gold earring, just one, down the drain. She came out, complained to me and told me to go into the ladies' bathroom to see if I can see it down in the drain. I explained that this is probably not the best course and that we should find a maintenance man. She found one and showed him the problem, explaining that 'sono incinta e sto dimenticando tutto'. Here is a woman who traveled alone to India, with another woman to Jordan, Morocco, Macau; and has traipsed around the world with me, and this is the first time she has done something like this - and in our quasi-home airport. All those pregnancy websites are right, you do get forgetful and lose focus.