Okay, so flying during the eighth week is not recommended by this pregnant mom-to-be.
There isn't anything particularly unhealthy about it, but air travel is always more fun when people aren't watching you while you utilize the well-placed barf bag. It happened on two separate flights, on two separate days. The good news? I can get it all in the bag and not splash anyone or anything. The bad news? Since I'm not "showing" yet, people don't know whether I'm pregnant or drunk. And I saw enough head shaking to think most of them thought I was hammered.
Oh well! Trimester TWO should be better. Three more weeks to go until I get there, though.
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