Plenty O' Pilots

Last week I was in Boulder for work for the week and got to have dinner with The Sanders and Marotta. Good to see them all once more and we had a great time at dinner. I was glad for one last trip up for work, because I'm pretty sure I'm quickly approaching the commercial flight limits while preggo. We have officially entered the third trimester and, aside from some trouble sleeping, all is still well.

But while I may not be able to go fly commercial for awhile due to the time en route whilst trapped in a tin can and the pressurization, I can still go up in private aircraft flown by moi. For reference commercial aircraft have equivalent pressure altitudes to 8000 ft which is why you feel so tired and dehydrated after flying, but is also not good for an already the already stressed respiratory system on late term preggo people. Today though, Jen M and I took off on Clown Flight part deux for a round robin to Angleton for lunch and back, which maxed out at an altitude of 2000ft. We also had to get a picture to document since we don't think we'll be able to do this again before both of us are ready to pop. Jen also appropriately wore the right t-shirt for the occasion.