This past weekend I got to not only attend my 3rd sober wedding, Baby Fish and I also rocked our first flight together. My first thought...flying while pregnant is really uncomfortable. Luckily I had enough foresight to opt for the aisle seat instead of my usual spot against the window because the number of times I was up and down out of my seat would have caused my row mates to rise up in mutiny against me. For the most part it was just the back pain that gets to you - that and after you reach altitude I have decided that Baby Fish either loves or hates flying because he kicked and punched me all the way to NYC. I made my inaugural trip to the airplane lou which until seeing it I hadn't realized I had never been in one before. My immediate thought was "how in the world do people join the mile high club in this thing! It's barely big enough for me and the bump." My second educational moment was that when you flush it makes a terrifyingly loud sucking sound that scared the crap out of me making me jump and inadvertently slamming myself against the bathroom door...upon exiting I walked by some very curious looks from the flight attendants and passengers.
My second thought - I am surprised how travelers are truly every man, woman and unborn child is for him/herself. My first encounter being on my flight out of Portland, I boarded the plane with my, heavier than originally thought, carry on baggage and was greeted by a male flight attendant, thinking "great! he's here to help with my bags!" I show him my ticket which point he confirms that yes, my seat is at the back of the plane with no move towards taking my bags....hmmm okay. I am a strong, independent woman, I've got this! After lugging it all the way back to the 26th row I have realized I am now a not-so-strong-anymore woman, who is independent and stubborn as hell. Thankfully the woman behind me offered her husband to put my baggage up top. Navigating through subways into the city at rush hour with baggage proved to be another challenge, all I can say is thank god for escalators! Thankfully once I met up with my girlfriends I never lifted a finger again, they sure do know how to spoil a lady:-)
My final stand was on my flight out of NYC back to Portland. The plane was delayed - first announcement was that it would be leaving at 8pm instead of 5:30pm due to mechanical issues. At 6pm they announced we all had to switch gates and we were going to take a different plane. Even though I was in the first rush to the new gate by the time I arrived every seat had been taken. Unsure of how long we would be there I decided I should find a seat - of course I would never ask for someone's seat so I propped my bag against the wall and made myself nice and comfortable on the floor in front of everyone. I figured if it wasn't in their nature to help a pregnant woman I could at least make them feel guilty for it. Joke was on me - apparently getting down to the floor is the easy part. To get back up with a big belly you find yourself kind of rolling around and grabbing at things to get back up - more fish out of water looking than gazelle. Like I said - I've now accepted that I'm independent and stubborn as hell:-)
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