Celebrating my first vom

On our way home from vacation today (10+1) I really gave up the gauntlet during boarding of a flight from CDG - AMS. Never been more grateful for early boarding so that we were already seated, lovely passengers who handed me the napkins from their lunch bags, and very kind flight attendants who took such great care of me once I explained that I was, in fact, not actually sick in a traditional sense. (Note to self: looking up the word “pregnant” in the language of the country you’re visiting is THE best weapon in your arsenal.)

As a first time pregnant gal suffering through the initial stages of twin pregnancy, I have been sooo proud of my vom-avoidance thus far; that said, short of my ceramic throne at home, this morning feels like the best case scenario. Hear hear for all of the thoughtful people on that puddle jumper - once I’ve properly removed my face from the bag I promise to be an extra nice person today!!

PS: I’m officially off apple juice and applesauce. Forever ruined for me.