The plane ride

This past week you and I went to California to visit Grandma and Grandpa. I flew up there with the intention to stay for a week then drive back with Grandpa and Grandma was going to fly in after work. Then they would spend a week here with me for an early birthday present. Awesome right? I was really excited to get to spend time with family, because this could be the last time before you get here and the world changes. Because we all know that after October, they are only inviting us to visit to see YOU!

None the less I have an exciting and extremely embarrassing story for you. I took the early bird flight from Salt Lake City leaving our house at about 4:45 in the morning. I jumped out of bed, ate a couple pieces of toast on the drive up and got on the plane. The plane took off and about 10 minutes into the flight I looked out the window and saw the horizon bouncing around as we continued to climb. Motion sickness now in full effect I started to get a little sick to my stomach. Which is pretty common considering I am pregnant and waves of sickness hit from time to time. I also gag quite a bit in the morning, never throw up, just gag. Don't know why but it happens. So I gagged right there in the middle of the plane. Unfortunately for me this time I ACTUALLY threw up! AH! I thought I caught it in my hand and all would be ok, but then a fit of gagging continued and I grabbed the bag and continued to toss my toast on there. Unknown to me, I missed the bottom of the bag just a bit. Well, I threw up on myself. Yup. All down my shirt. I'm MORTIFIED. Praying no one saw it and trying not to cry. There was no one sitting next to me and the guy by the window was fast asleep. *sigh of relief*

I tried to mop up the mess with a tiny cocktail napkin, that did no help. I soon realized that the vomit had traveled down my shirt and was now comfortably traveling towards my back, butt and the seat. OH. MY. GOSH. All I could think to do was put on my sweatshirt and try to clean as much as I could. Once that was taken care of I set my drink cup in my lap and leaned forward to check on Sophie (our dog) under the seat in front of me. My beautiful baby bump knocked the cup and spilt the whole thing on my lap. GREAT. Now not only am I covered in my own puke but it also looks like I wet myself. I am a champ. The air conditioning was on full blast and I became a human puke Popsicle. Yum.

As soon as we landed I quickly jumped up to try and be the first off the plane. I put my purse across my bum to cover the spot (thank goodness my lap had dried by then) Then the nice gentleman in the row across and behind from me asked if I was alright. He saw what happened and tried to compliment me by saying I handled it well and he was impressed. Oh. joy. I am sure my face turned bright red and I just tried to laugh and say "well I'm almost 6 months pregnant, it happens". Nice old man I'm sure, but I did not want to spend any more time talking to him. I just wanted OUT.

Sheesh, just another fun adventure in the life of a pregnant woman. You have SO much to look forward to.