Tomorrow we depart for San Francisco! Rob is doing concerts and stuff out there for a week, then Rob and I will venture out on our own for a few days. The last No-Baby trip for a while. Whoa.
I’ve gotten the ok from the docs to travel so far away — my blood pressure is fine, I’m still a graduate of the high risk OB people, so all is well. I will be wearing support socks on the plane, in addition to drinking water like it’s my job and walking up and down the plane’s aisle every hour. Why do all of this? To prevent blood clots while flying! I just hope I have an aisle seat or the stranger sitting next to me is going to HATE MY GUTS. Can you even imagine? “Excuse me, sir. I need to go to the bathroom again. Sorry.” “Excuse me, ma’am. Ma’am? I’m sorry to wake you for the 82nd time, but I have to go to the bathroom again.”
We’re flying Southwest, which has no assigned seating, so everyone please cross your fingers tomorrow at 12:00 Eastern time that I am settled comfortably in my aisle seat.