To all of you ladies who have jobs that involve sitting still for hours every day - oh man, I am so sorry.
My job keeps me mostly on my feet, moving around, squatting down, reaching up, walking, with very occasional sitting. I had been attributing all of that, plus yoga and dog-walking, to the fact that I still have been feeling really really good physically so far.
Well, Friday we had plans to fly from Boston to North Carolina to spend a few days with my parents. Friday morning, while I was at work, the baby "dropped," and I started needing to pee every hour on the hour for the first time in the pregnancy. DH and his sister picked me up around 12:30, and she drove us to public transit, which we took to the airport (an hour and a half travel time in total, maybe). Then we sat in the airport for awhile, waiting for the flight. Then we boarded the plane - and sat. For two hours. I had to ask permission to pee. Then they marched us off the plane - and i demanded coffee and a donut from dh because I'd been eating well and hydrating all day and not freaking out and my hips and back were aching and I was pissed. Maybe an hour or two later, the flight was officially canceled due to thunderstorms all up and down the east coast (the same storms that had been there all day). We stayed a bit longer in order to reschedule our flight (which I normally might not have fought for - except my mother admitted, when hearing of the cancellation, that I would be missing my "surprise" baby shower!). Two rides on the T (subway) and some time in the car, and we were home at 10:30.
The next day, we drove down to the Providence airport (another hour in a car), boarded the plane - and were delayed 20 minutes. We took off, arrived in Atlanta 20 minutes late with 15 minutes til our next flight was set to depart. I don't know if you've ever been to the Atlanta airport, but it's MASSIVE. So I sent DH ahead to our gate and I'm half jogging, half power walking, desperately needing to pee, wearing sandals that are relatively new and, as I learned, not the best support, rushing because I know that if I miss this flight, I'll lose it completely. We just made it onto the next plane (and the stewardesses let me pee before we took off!), and finally made it to NC 22.5 hours after we were originally supposed to arrive. And then spent an hour and a half in the car to get to my parents' house.
Well, after all that, I had the nastiest leg cramps that night. My hips ached. My back ached. My shins ached. My feet ached. NONE OF THESE THINGS HAVE BEEN HAPPENING SO FAR - or if they have, it's been very very mild. I felt like an absolute mess, and I blame most of it on stress tension and sitting. We flew back today (with no problems), and it took most of the trip for me to feel like myself again. I'll admit, too, that I cried twice this morning before I'd been awake two hours, definitely hormonal nonsensical pregnancy sobbing, all (I think) from the stress of worrying about what COULD go wrong while traveling today.
It was great to see my family and the shower was delightful, but I think it'll be a long time before I even want to LOOK at another airplane.
In other news, the little one has been kicking up a storm, and I'm beginning to get a hold on the sleep/wake schedule. 10:30-11:30 pm is definitely awake time!