Air Plane Drama

Mommy and Daddy are on the Baby Moon in Hawaii. Mommy arrived Thursday night (Hawaii time). The plane ride was LONG. She flew from DC to Cali and then Cali to Honolulu. The overall trip was ok. The first leg was in "regular" class and the second was in first class (thank God for upgrades!!). The two parts couldn't have been more different. On her first leg Mommy was beside a man who kept coughing and had a weird random skin disease. Parts of his hand arm and neck were ruby red and purple and parts were flaking. Did I mention he was coughing too? So Mommy being paranoid and slightly hypochondrictic went through her mental rolodex of diseases to figure out what was wrong with the poor soul beside her. Could it be (unfortunately) Kaposi sarcoma, or something as simple as a birth mark or burns from him heroically saving a baby cat from a burning barn? But what if it was Impetigo or scabies???

But Mommy had even bigger things to worry about on the flight. Pregnant woman are more susceptible to getting deep vein thrombosis (DVT), which is when (after improper circulation) a blood clot forms and then that clot can travel to your heart and cause a pulmonary embolism. Yes, I know big words for a baby but Mommy reads lots of medical literature and other random books on health. So the doctor (and all the websites that Mommy checked) said she make sure to walk around the plane (so blood doesn't pool in her legs) EVERY hour. Yes, every hour Mommy was instructed to walk around the plane EVERY hour.

Buy how could she? How could she get up from the window seat with Mr. Purple Arm Cough A lot and the woman (didn't even get to her, she was old and had on a neck brace) in the aisle seat? Mommy hoped the pair would have to go to the bathroom frequently. But a las they appeared to have 5 gallon size bladders. They never had to pee. Mommy watched as other people milled about the plane, stretching their legs, using the bathroom at will, and enjoying life.

So after almost two and half hours, Mommy had to do something (she could feel her legs getting heavy despite all the yoga feet exercised she was doing) and she woke up Mr. Purple Arm Cough A lot and told him and Mrs. Older Neck Brace she had to use the bathroom. Rather begrudgingly the pair got up and let Mommy out. Yes, she was up! Now she wanted to walk around. Unfortunately the bathroom was two rows in front of Mommy and Mrs. Older Neck Brace didn't sit back down. Instead of taking her seat and finishing her crossword puzzle, she strangely waited (watching Mommy) for Mommy to come back and take her seat. Dag-Nab-It. Mommy had no choice bu to use the bathroom and then come back (like a good girl) and sit down.

An hour later (nervously checking her watch) Mommy knew she needed to get up. She was trying to drink as much water as possible to stay hydrated. Maybe her blood wouldn't coagulate if she was hydrated? When she was approaching two hours (again) she asked the pair to get up so she could go to the bathroom. She asked nicely in her softer high pitched voice (the voice she uses when she calls someone for the first time). The man rolled his eyes and huffed and puffed. What! Are you serious! Mommy was mad. Not only did she wait for a long time to get up again but she was pregnant. So Mommy said to the pair (this time with her Petersburg/SE DC/no me moleste voice), "I'm pregnant. I need to pee. The baby sits on my bladder. That's what pregnant women do, we pee."

The second leg of the flight was much different. People asked smiled at Mommy's big belly and asked her questions about being pregnant, men helped her with her suitcase, she had lunch and later they served cookies and milk. What's most importantly, on a six hour flight, Mommy got up seven times!!!!