Thanks to an anonymous commenter yesterday who had the presence of mind to say, “Um… have you checked the boat policy regarding your ginormous growing abdomen?”, I have now been informed that I am actually completely NOT ALLOWED on the cruise ship after all. They will not allow you to board if you are more than 24 weeks along in a pregnancy. I will be quite a bit more than that in mid November. This didn’t even cross my mind, and it probably never would have if someone had not mentioned it to me. (I’m quite the well-versed traveler, you see.)
So, no cruise for me. Or my husband. The question of whether to bring Ezra or not is now a moot point.
I feel… persecuted against. HAHA not really. I’m totally fine with it overall… I’m just bummed to miss out on a family get together. I mean, is there anyone who deserves a cruise more than pregnant women??
It is now my life’s mission to create a cruise line entirely for preggos. (Gestational Groove Cruise!!) There will be virgin daiquiris and massage tables as far as the eye can see. There will be room service and people standing around just waiting to help hoist you up out of your pool side lounger. The kitchen will be overflowing with avocados and pickles, and bedtime will be… uh…urr… EIGHT. ish.
Also? LOTS of bathrooms. For all those squashed bladders on board. And maybe we’ll never really leave port, because the rolling of the open sea may induce nausea.
We’ll be a wild bunch, we will.
(I’m SO going to be a millionaire.)