Yesterday I flew for my third time in a month – twice for work and once for pleasure.
- Trip #1: Orange County, CA
- Trip #2: Milwaukee, WI
- Trip #3: San Francisco, CA
Thankfully, this is my last flight of this pregnancy.
I joke with people that I am terrible at pregnancy and will never do it again.
Well, I say it in a joking manner. I am serious about not being pregnant again.
My body is not cut out for it. Every step of the process is hard and painful for me.
As I enter week thirty, my hands and feet are swelling, my back hurts and I am waddling something fierce.Because of my petite frame and propensity to gain a lot of weight in pregnancy, I look big. People ask every day when the baby is coming and when I say June, I get mostly shock.
People seem to think she should be here tomorrow.
I receive the most stares and “bless her heart” smiles in airports and on airplanes. Because I have been flying to California and it is such a long flight, I have to get up and walk to increase my circulation.
And with every aisle I get the stares and smiles… and the comments when I am coming or am past (as if my ears don’t work if I am not next to the person):
- Wow, she is big.
- Should she be flying?
- Oh, isn’t she sweet?
- I wonder if she is having twins?
- Oh look, a pregnant woman.
- Look, she’s having a baby.
I can’t help but want to grab the flight attendant’s intercom and announce, yes, ladies and gentlemen, I am pregnant, no it is just one baby, I am due at the end of June, but yes, I am short and big and so sorry, I need to walk around a bit during this long flight. Please quit staring and commenting amongst yourselves.
Maybe it is the pregnancy hormones, but goodness! Why are people so rude? It isn’t like pregnancy is an anomaly.
I sure will be glad when I am carrying Adeline outside my body!