But, I’m Pregnant.
If you were wondering whether or not summer travelers were still out in full force, let me be the first to inform you that yes, in fact, they are.
I’ve been working a lot of international flights in the past few months. I bid them because I know which ones I can hold and because the crew is usually the same. So, I have the great pleasure of full control over my schedule and I get to fly with my favorite people — what more can you ask for?
When you’re flying internationally, however, there are different security regulations that passengers must follow. Domestically, at most airlines, we try to keep the first class bathroom reserved for just the first class passengers, but there’s no rule that allows us to strictly enforce this. That’s why most of the time, the crew doesn’t care (at least, I don’t).
But, when you’re going in or out of another country that rule is in place and I always ask for compliance.
Enter: Crazy Pregnant Lady.
During boarding on an international flight this woman comes up to me in the galley, stands along side me and just, starred at me. She didn’t ask a question, didn’t look concerned, just.. looked at me.
Finally, after a minute, I asked “is there anything I can do for you?” She looked at me and said “I have anxiety.” So I started to talk to her and wondered if it was regular anxiety or if it was just anxiety of flying. And, she told me it was both.
You see, she had anxiety for years, and dislikes to fly. But, now that she’s pregnant, it’s worse.
I really need to use the first class bathroom throughout the flight because my anxiety makes me pee.
“Well unfortunately, I can’t let you do that, even the Captain is going to make an announcement to that effect in the next few minutes. But, while we’re on the ground, you can feel free.” I responded.
She didn’t take a liking to that and tried to further her case.
Yeah, my anxiety got 10 times worse when I got pregnant. You see, my maternal instincts have kicked in already, and now I’m worried about everything, plus flying plus my unborn child.
I responded the only way I knew how: “Wow, I’m sorry to hear that. How far along are you?” I was just trying to move the conversation along and show some morsel of interest.
Oh, yeah, I’m 2 weeks.
Two weeks? TWO week? In two weeks your anxiety is up and so is your maternal instincts? I’m no expert on pregnancy, but that seems a bit absurd.
I’ve been overly anxious since the day I got impregnated.
At this point, I had enough of this conversation and just laid the law like she was laid two weeks prior: “So, here are your options. You can use the restroom up here now, and before we close the door. But once we get in the air you must use the restrooms in the back for the rest of the flight. When we land, you can feel free to use this one again should you need it. Aside from that, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”
And her response? “My baby and I, thank you.”