So I'm in North Carolina for work, and traveling while pregnant is a treat. A two and a half hour plane ride is not easy when you have to pee every hour and a half to two hours. Empty Gatorade bottles are offered but I'm pretty sure squatting in an area a square foot wide in front of 9 of your co-workers would get you too close to them. Company jet doesn't offer a lot of room. I prefer a room with a toilet and a shut door....by myself!
Then the questions start alllll over again. "When are you due?" "Do you know what you're having?" "Have you been sick?" UGHHHHH! The first question someone asked me today was if I knew what I was having, and I almost responded "Uhhh, I'm not pregnant." just to see the look on her face. Apparently I'm big enough to the point to where I actually DO look pregnant and not just "Is she pregnant or just fat?" I like that I'm showing, but aren't all the answers to the questions the same? And some answers are too personal to share. Oh well, such is life I guess.
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