Pregnancy Perks

I am realizing my expanding girth has its perks.

A couple weekends ago, JVD and I attended the Minneapolis DFL convention to nominate R.T. Ryback for mayor. (Side note - political conventions are great places to people watch and observe human behavior). Though we were both "delegates" for our district, we really only cared about nominating R.T. and doing our part in the political process. We sat for over 3 hours, listened to the Convention outline the rules and procedues, were suprised by a guest appearance and speech by Al Franken, R.T. was nominated....I was ready to go home....even though the convention was not yet done.

As we were leaving, a convention usher looked at us and said, "Are you leaving? Can you stay for the parks and recreation discussion?" JVD and I both looked at him, pointed to my stomach and said - "I (she's) pregnant and hungry. We have to go."

The man simply nodded, didn't say another word, and ushered us out the door.

Yesterday, I was flying home from San Diego and was seated in First Class. (Side note - my husband travels quite a bit for his job, and though sometime the travel is tiresome (for both of us) - I'm not going to lie....that First Class upgrade is so worth it! :) ) The choice for breakfast was: A bowl of cheerios with Fruit or an Omelet with Bagel or Croissant and Fruit. By the time the flight attendant reached my row, there was only one of each breakfast options left. The Flight Attendant looked at the gentleman seated next to me and said, "Well, there's one Cheerio bowl left and one Omelet.....who's going to pick first?" The gentleman looked at me and looked at the Flight Attendant and said, "She's eating for two, so she should choose the breakfast she wants."

I totally did want the Omelet....and so I took it! Nice guy. I thanked him for letting me choose. :)