I exploded about this on twitter a couple days ago, but since then the issue hasn’t stopped bothering me.
As we all know (because I won’t stop talking about it because I’m so freaking excited) I’ll be hopping on a plane for 5 hours at the end of the month. I’ll be 31 weeks pregnant. Is it ideal? No. Would I prefer not to be pregnant and/or in my 3rd trimester while taking any sort of flight? Of course. But it is what it is. I’m a bridesmaid in a wedding. I HAVE to be there. I WANT to be there. The tickets have been purchased, the dress has been fit, the spray tanning has commenced, and come hell or high water I’M GOING TO THE DOMINICAN.
Despite gestating the world’s largest fetus (hopefully of the human rather than hippopotamus variety), I’m in good health. My blood pressure is good. I’m not experiencing any swelling — unusual or otherwise. My weight isn’t a concern. I’m fit to travel — I even have the doctor’s note to prove it!
So why does every single person in my life think that they should question my decision to fly in 2 weeks? I’m not concerned and more importantly, my doctor isn’t concerned, so why are people making it their place to make me feel ashamed or embarrassed for taking this trip? I mean, I know it’s coming from a place of concern, but it also feels a lot like judgment to me.
There are no signs that I’m delivering this massive baby any time soon. This big ol’ belly is still sitting high. I went overdue with my first kid (who we also thought was going to be the hugest baby ever). I’M FINE!!
I can’t guarantee that nothing will go wrong. OF COURSE there’s the chance I could spontaneously go into labor at 30,000 feet and that would be inconvenient and scary (and incredibly uncomfortable I would imagine). OF COURSE there’s the chance I could spontaneously go into labor while lounging oceanside with a good book. But the odds of either of those things happening are slim, and I won’t alter my [VERY EXPENSIVE] plans because I’m afraid of what COULD happen.
So dear parents, friends, assorted family members, and people who are married to me — stop questioning my decision to fly! You’re harshing my vacay-induced mellow!
Okay, first world problems bitch session is over. Thanks for letting me get that out of my system.