I know it's irrational but whenever I fly (usually 3-4 trips/year) I sort of mourn the morning of and a part of me wonders if I will die that day. Not to the point where I avoid flying or freak out on the plane, I just sort of entertain the thought that I will die thinking what if this is my last morning with LO? What if I don't see my DH again? On and on. I know it nuts and I am more likely to die in a car accident, but I still have these thoughts. I guess if I flew more I would get used to it. I am generally a pretty rational girl... Anyone else harbor a fear of flying?