Seriously?

So this may be a bit of a ranting blog, but there have just been some funny things that have happened to me lately.

Yesterday I had to start another round of travel. I knew it was going to be a little rough as there are no direct flights from Milwaukee to Boca Raton. My flight flew into Atlanta and after a short layover went onto West Palm Beach. The first leg was fairly comfortable as the woman in Milwaukee took pity on me and though I was supposed to have a center seat, she graciously moved me to an aisle in the bulk overhead row. She said she remembered what it was like to fly pregnant and how uncomfortable it can be. So, overall NOT a bad flight.

Once we got into Atlanta (on time, shockingly!) I was happy to find out that my flight came into gate A28 and the next flight was leaving from A20, another yeah moment! Then it all ended. I had what they called a SRC or Seat Request Card, which means I was not assigned a seat. I asked the woman at the desk politely if she could give me an aisle seat, as my bladder needs frequent empties. Without batting an eye, she said "We're already overbooked and you have a center seat, sorry." There went my good fortune.

As I made my way back to the 41st row of 45 and tried to settle my way into the middle seat, I had an inconsiderate, large man at the window who seemed annoyed that I was trying to put on my seat belt. Gee, sorry to bother you "Mr. I should have purchased two seats." Sweating and out of breath, I finally managed to get my seat belt on only to realize I forgot to get my magazines out of my backpack which was now securely placed under my seat. Forgetting I had what is now close to a beach ball under my shirt, I had a heck of a time trying to get them, luckily the very sweet woman next to me was gracious enough to get them out for me. Can't fly without my US Weekly!

Fortunately the plane arrived on time and I got my rental car (a 4 door, luckily) quickly. I safely arrived at the hotel and was able to get a Caesar salad, but with ranch dressing (no raw eggs!) A decent night's sleep with an alarm that buzzed too early was a rough start to the day, but it was OK.

Until I stopped by the front desk where the Assistant Manager had recognized me from my stay in July. She asked how the pregnancy was going and I stepped back to give her a full view of my belly. She said, "You look great! When are you due?" I told her "thank you and December" That was when she preceded to ask me, "Are there two in there?" Huh, WHAT?? No there's not two in there you insensitive lady! (Not what I said, but I sure thought it!) I politely told her no and she said, "Are you sure?" YES. I AM SURE. "Yes. Pretty certain, haha." (what I really said) Seriously? Geez.

So it's the end of the day and now I lay back, with my swollen sausage toes and my non existent ankles. But you know what? I am thankful for the healthy baby boy growing inside my expanding belly. Even though things like travel can suck and people can say stupid, insensitive comments, I wouldn't change a thing, because our little man, Myles will be here in just a few short months. Oh and by the way, he is kicking hello to all of you out there right now!

All my love,

Michelle