So a few weeks ago, we went to the local airport to take some pictures for a dress review next to our friends’ plane. Of course, when there are pictures involved, we (read: I) never stop at just what we planned, we usually come back with about 600 more shots than necessary, but I love that because they all tell a story and create amazing memories. I know one thing: this is one of the best documented pregnancies and babies known to mankind lol.
You might have seen some of the shots taken by the plane in the Shabby Apple Giveaway post, and they were along these lines:
But I never posted the photos of what went on after that.
So after we got the dress shots out of the way, we did a little family photoshoot with our friends Michelle, Ryan and their daughter Heleena, that I will post on Selfie Magic as soon as I get a little more time to work on them. Then, the boys we ready to take off. Now, they are used to flying all the time (and wouldn’t you, if you owned a plane?), but because I am super careful about Alexis and this pregnancy, we weren’t sure whether it was a smart idea to take a ride for me. I’d never been in a small plane, so I didn’t know if there would be too much pressure that would make Alexis uncomfortable or if I’d be afraid and stressed out. Normally I’d be super scared of flying in a small plane – I once flew over the Alps in a Helicopter and that was a bit terrifying, so we didn’t want any stress for Lexy. For the time being, we had decided that Andrew would go first and see how it felt and then we’d go from there.
Andrew’s dad used to own a small plane when they lived in Puerto Rico and as a little boy he’d always been fascinated with planes. They used to fly to St Thomas, Culebra, St John’s and surrounding islands and he still fondly tells me about his memories. So Michelle and I stayed on the ground while the boys took off. To be honest, the second I saw that plane take off, all the fear disappeared and all I wanted to do is be on that plane.
{Grey Dress by Shabby Apple, Two’s Company maternity line}
Meanwhile, with nothing better to do, we set up the tripod and took some ridiculous pictures of our growing bellies. I was at 25 weeks and Michelle was at 11 weeks, I think. We did the “goofy face belly bump”.
Once that got old, we went ahead and took a few pictures of Heleena, who was having way too much fun in her stroller! It’s crazy to think that just one week later, we were back at that air field and this little girl was already walking. It’s amazing how fast kids grow. So believe me when I say: There’s going to be a LOT of pictures of Alexis when she arrives. That’s the only thing that keeps the memories alive.
Soon the boys landed- my husband all disheveled and excited. He loved it and was happy to report that the ride was 100% comfortable, no pressure or too many G-forces and that he would fully support me going for a ride ( he’s more conservative when it comes to Alexis’s safety and our pregnancy than I am, so that was good enough for me). It was settled then that next week we’d go out for another ride, this time all together!
And of course, we couldn’t leave without a few group pictures. 
So fast forward to next week, we were out there again and I was ready to catch some wind. I called shot-gun, b/c it was my first time. Normally I would NOT feel safe flying in a small plane, mostly because owners of small planes tend to have gotten their pilots licenses to fly these personal planes and might not have much experience. However, in our case, Ryan is an actual commercial pilot, so I was confident that if he is entrusted thousands of lives on daily basis and flies a much bigger, much more complex plane all the time, with hours and hours of school and experience, then I’ll be fine in a plane piloted by him.
{below: “What’s kicking ” Tshirt by 2Chix Maternity. You can win one in the current giveaway}
In reality, it was just soooo cool watching him fly it. It blows my mind that people know how to fly planes. I know in theory it isn’t as hard as it seems (aerodynamics and all that good stuff), but looking at all the buttons and taking off and then coasting over the ocean, I just can’t believe that we can get a big piece of metal in the air with just 1 propeller. It was such a different experience looking at our town from the air. We flew over the high school Alexis will eventually go to (on the right), passed up the little master-planned religious community next us with a massive church, a cute town center and a Law University (on the left)
A few other communities and a million of golf courses and man-made lakes. Our area is beautiful as it is, but it’s breathtaking from the air.
We passed our community (bottom photo), but we were facing the wrong direction and the setting sun made it difficult to take photos. So Ryan turned the plane around to take better pictures, which was a little bit terrifying for me hahahaha
But that turn did give us a much better view of our community and our house. It almost looked like early Midwestern fall with the setting sun, but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. On the ground, it is very lush and green and tropical.
Soon we reached the Gulf of Mexico and it was glorious ( if you don’t count the time when we had to turn around over the water to head back- yikes!). The beach is my favorite place and living near the gulf is a dream come true for me – it’s as awesome as one can imagine and I hope that I never ever take it for granted! In about 2-3 months, when I am no longer pregnant, you will get a much better look at what living in Florida is like and I’ll get to share it with you in every photograph and post I write.
On the way back I was “forced” to co-pilot. He literally let go of the yoke (I had no idea that’s what you call that thing) and let the plane shift a bit to the side until he got me to grab the co-piloting yoke and even the plane out. I sat there with my knuckles white on the steering wheel, trying my best to keep the plane even ( and not to freak out too much). It felt like I was really moving the yoke and I was not happy with the responsibility. Granted, hindsight being 20/20 , the changes I was making in the plane’s trajectory were more in seconds and inches, but to me it felt like it was hours and miles. Next time ( if I’m ever in the co-piloting seat), I try to not be such a chicken and actually turn the yoke a bit more than 1/10 of an inch
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