I Have Found a New Love - & - Smooshing the Baby

No, my new love is not anything edible.

It's swimming!

My good friend Morgan swam almost every single day throughout her pregnancy. She loved it, and I kept thinking, "I really ought to go swimming." I thought that for a couple of months, actually. Now that I'm almost into 3rd trimester, I figured it was time to stop thinking it and just do it! So, this morning I went to the YMCA.

I am in love!

Not with the building, mind you. It's pretty old and decrepit. Also not in love with how my current physique fits into a swimsuit. But, I digress. Getting into that water was amazing. I didn't realize just how heavy my belly feels until I got in the water and felt how light being submersed in water makes me feel. Aside from continually having to adjust my way-too-small swimsuit, being in that pool was awesome. I swam laps for about 30 minutes, swimming hard for a few minutes, then basically floating across the pool. It was so relaxing hearing the bubbles gurgle past my ears, and I loved the quiet solitude of being under water. Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'm going to get a membership to the Y, now, and swim my way through the rest of my pregnancy.

....which brings me to the "Smooshing the Baby" part of this post.

My two piece swimsuits are hilarious on me. Jason's phrase was, "well, it technically still fits, but..." haha! "Technically" and "appropriate" are two very different things. I tried getting on my Speedo one-pieces, and that was a hilarious laughable moment. I had one suit that I could wiggle into that I wore today, but it was pretty uncomfortable. My cousin sent me a maternity suit, but it doesn't quite fit me yet.

So, after I went swimming, I went to TJ Maxx to try on some other suits. I go back and forth between thinking pregnant bellies showing in swimsuits are cute, or not. So, I got a cute two piece with a skirt-like bottom and a halter top. Then I went to Target to try on a smaller maternity suit, thinking that might help.  I got one that is a 2-piece racer back tankini thing that fit me really well. I like both, but I think I'm going to keep the preggo one and return the other. I just don't think I'm confident enough to pull off the huge-bare-belly-in-public-thing.

Anyway, In the process of trying them on at home, I got so frustrated that I sort of stumbled/fell/flopped down on my bed, onto my stomach!  DUH!!!! THERE'S A BABY IN THERE! Then I cried and panicked that I had smooshed the baby. It hurt when I landed (obviously), which made me panic even more. I started googling "falling on my belly while pregnant" and that, of course, didn't reassure me any. So, I called the hospital. The nurse at Carle reassured me that the baby has a lot of cushion around it, and would indeed be fine, just make sure I wasn't having contractions. Of course in my panicked-hormonal mind I swore that my stomach was tightening, so I still laid in bed for like 3 hours just in case. Luckily Waffle was moving around like crazy after that, so I knew s/he was okay, and I'm pretty sure the "stomach tightening" I felt was really just the baby's butt protruding. Ah, the joys of being a paranoid first time mom :)