I've flown loads of times. I've also given birth loads of times. I view the two activities the same way. Both processes amaze me, both are so worth the end result, and both make me uncomfortable and I can't wait for them to be over. I particularly dread taking off. The sound of the engines working so hard makes me nervous for no good reason. I have to work hard at relaxing. My best relaxation technique is to look at the faces of the other people in the cabin. Our fates are bound together for the length of the flight. It would be so tragic if they died. This is comforting.