Imagine this: You're seven months pregnant - with an extra 10kg hanging out around your waist. You can't feel half of your left leg because of a pinched nerve but you can feel your pulled groin muscle.
Despite being in the third trimester you still have morning sickness (although not as bad as the hyperemesis you suffered during the first part of the pregnancy). You've got low blood pressure that makes you feel light-headed.
You're slightly sleep deprived from your unborn baby kicking you in the ribs all night and you're desperate to sit down from all of this for a moment's reprieve.
But each day, as you waddle on to the bus with your handbag and visible extra body weight in tow, you are surprised that nobody stands to give you a seat. Not even those sitting in the "priority" seating section. Say what?!
This is a daily occurrence for my pregnant self. Every day I stand alongside a few other public transport-users, holding on to the railing as the bus eagerly takes off, making a beeline for the motorway. Travelling at around 80km/h, my already unstable body battles the driver's heavy foot on the accelerator and brake as the bus navigates from Takapuna, over the Harbour Bridge and into the city.