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Friday. I’m still shaking and so thankful to be alive. Apparently there was a really bad storm here in the area about 1.5 hours before landing, just after they served us breakfast. The freaking plane moved so much that I though I was going to die. I rarely vomit. The last time I vomited (while not pregnant) was in 1987. I still remember it.
Today I was holding puke (and stuff on the other exit) for almost 2 hours until the plane landed. When it did, I had to ask a guy to stop the people coming from the back part of the plane and let me RUN to a bathroom. He said: “I totally understand, everyone is sick at the back of the plane”.
Another thing to be thankful for, I was sitting by a wing and that’s said to be the part that moves the least… My ass!!

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