Flying while pregnant, not as fun as I remembered.

It was the long flight that got to me, and almost right away – my right knee feeling like the muscle under my kneecap were slowly twisting in a knot. I have no idea what’s up with my knee, but it does this every time I fly now, ever since I was pregnant with Devin.

My tailbone, too. I tried to lean my chair back to sleep and owowow! So I had to spend the entirety of my flights either leaning to one side or leaning forward. That didn’t give me too many options.

But what I didn’t expect was for my belly to ache quite like it did. It really hasn’t been bothering me lately, except when she’s pummeling me in an uncomfortable position. But today it felt like she was stretched out transverse for the entire day. Pushing, squirming, kicking, all the while I’m rubbing my belly trying to ease some of the pressure. I just wanted to be able to lay down. How can such a small creature get wedged in such an uncomfortable position? So then my ligaments twinged when I would try to get up after hours of sitting. Not to mention the bladder aching from the water intake. I got up very slowly and very carefully, not just so I didn’t hurt myself, but so I wouldn’t pee myself.

But the good news is that I looked and felt very obviously pregnant, and that made me smile all day. It certainly puts me in a better mood – which is necessary after having had my seat kicked from behind 10 times an hour, or a newspaper in my face after I just finally fell asleep. (My seatmates today were very trying. What the hell is wrong with people, do they not understand to sit down, shut up, and not bother other people? Especially sleeping pregnant people?) And baby girl was busy kicking me for most of the flights, it was actually quite hilarious (even when it hurt).

“Your first flight!” I told her. “Just like Devin and I got to do.”