Water, It's Not Just for Fatties

I was thinking of calling this post 'Survivial of the Fattest' but I think I may save that title for later. :)  I arrived home yesterday after a week away from my husband and 2 year old.  The longest I've been away from Jake ever!  My dad is now happily married to a lovely woman in Calgary, Canada and now that I'm out of their hair they can enjoy the beginning of the honeymoon. :) 

I ended up surviving the multitude of flights to and from Calgary for the wedding, at 20 weeks pregnant.  Starting the diabetic diet at conception or before has actually helped me maintain my weight or lose a healthy amount (for a fat pregnant lady, I do NOT recommend losing weight pregnant unless you are severely obese and have your doctor's blessing). 

So I took my baby aspirins, donned my anti-embolism compression socks and hopped aboard.  Thank God for small blessings, the pharmacy didn't have the full-leg style socks, and the doctor gave permission for me to wear just the knee-length ones.  I wore the full-leg ones when pregnant with Jake and found them very uncomfortable for a 7 hour flight.  And this time, on my way over, I had a 7 hour flight, followed by a 2 1/2 and then a 3 1/2 hour.  So, yea, little miracle there to only have the knee-highs.  Thank you pharmacy!

Travelling fat and pregnant can be pretty difficult.  I ended up twice with non-aisle seats.  Once a very nice gentleman was willing to swap with me with the promise that I would let HIM out to pee if he needed to (he didn't. I on the other hand went about 4 times on the 7 hour flight).  The second time the lovely flight attendant at the gate found me an aisle seat about 5 minutes prior to boarding.  Ladies, if you are in this situation, make SURE you get an aisle seat and do NOT be afraid to play the pregnancy card.  AND, point out that you WILL have to use the toilet frequently.  I think that helped more than anything else.

That being said, the reason I had to pee so much was because of the amount of water I drank.  I brought with me a 1.5 litre water bottle I filled at every possible opportunity.  And I kept drinking.  I honestly think that helped keep me from disintegrating into a pile of dry ash on the floor of the planes.  I've never drank more than on these flights, and I highly recommend to all fliers to do so.  Water isn't just for fatties! 

And on another bright side, my father (gotta love the man), braved the Motherhood in our hometown to bring me my pregnancy underwear!  Let the Knicker Wars begin!

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha!!!!

This is choice!! While driving home today, Rob and I encountered a road block of garda. As my tax on my car is out of date, I was sure of being pulled over. Just to note, I AM taking care of the tax. So sure enough, I was asked to pull aside. I told the garda that I had in fact taken care of the tax and was awaiting the new paperwork. Out he pulls a BREATHALYZER!!!! Yes, ladies, I was breathalyzed at 8 months pregnant!!! Hee hee hee hee! The road block was for the bank holiday, make sure people weren't driving drunk, they just saw my tax and pulled my regardless...and then felt compelled to check a significantly pregnant woman's blood alcohol level. Needless to say, I received a score of zero. It kinda made my day, though...like being carded after the age of 30. It was a bit surreal to be honest. I'm still giggling over it!