However, moving my departure time up several hours really affected my packing procrastination.
But I arrived unscathed. Now I must simply wait to die in the storm allegedly headed toward Chicago. I should have packed water and batteries.
It was around this same time in my pregnancy with Ella that I first flew to Buenos Aires. I must admit, the international experience of being pregnant is hard to beat!
From the moment we arrived, I was whisked to the front of the immigration line. In addition, nearly every ride on the Subte meant someone insisting (not offering... insisting) that I take their seat.
What brought me sheer delight, though, was the express lane at the grocery store. Yes. There was a line at the checkout with a sign for elderly, disabled, and me...preggo!
If you're not familiar with the symbol for "pregnant lady," it is super cute. Similar to the graphic above, but it tended to be more of a side profile with a heart in the belly. Sweet, right?
Well, no speedy payment for my pickles and ice cream in the States. And the lady in Security looked at me like I was crazy when I wanted to verify the safety of the human scanner for my baby.
But overall, people are kind when you travel pregnant. At least they don't run from you like they do when you have a newborn on a flight!
Have you traveled or visited other places while pregnant? Any unique experiences?