So, our babymoon was awesome! We stayed at my parents place in Scottsdale where we swam, ate wonderful food, hiked, road-tripped and relaxed. In preparing to leave for Arizona, I packed my suitcase with summer clothes and crossed my fingers that I would still be able to squeeze into them. Hesitantly, I grabbed my bikini, shoved in the back of my top dresser drawer, thinking that I would have to buy a cheap maternity swimsuit when we got there. The million-dollar question: would Target still have swimsuits available (I know it is November, but the forecast showed high eighties and low nineties)?
Well, you would have thought that that I asked the Target employee if there were any donkeys in stock for my petting zoo. Her expression was priceless, and she made me repeat my question at least twice. Finally, she walked me over to the three clearance items they had leftover from summer: a tiny extra small string bikini top, glittery small bikini bottoms, and a huge one-piece that even my preggo-boobs couldn’t come close to filling. As I walked towards the door disappointed and slightly embarrassed, I noticed all of the Christmas signs and flannel pajamas. Was I totally nuts? Then the sliding glass doors opened and the dry, ninety-degree heat reminded me that although I am not crazy, I was about to look it in my little bikini.
It actually wasn’t that bad. Aside from some younger kids pointing and staring, the pool area was pretty quiet, and we had it mostly to ourselves. Truthfully, I would have gone out naked if it meant I could swim. There is NOTHING like being weightless in the water! If I were back at the beginning of my pregnancy, I would definitely find some water aerobics classes to join through the fall and winter. Anyhow, the tricky part of being 32 weeks pregnant and wearing a bikini was that I couldn’t see my bottoms!! And not only could I not see them, but they had a steep incline that caused them to slide down slightly. Side note—I hate the word “pubes,” but the only thing worse than having to say it, is having to see them, so I had a one track mindset: keep those bottoms up! I was so bothered by the fact that I couldn’t see what my swimsuit was doing, that I was asking Joe every five minutes, “Honey, will you check my…” and then I would nod my head towards my bottoms. Poor Joe! He would give a sideways glance and either give the thumbs up or say, “You’re fine.”
Everyday after our pool time, we would try to do something fun and active. We would either go for a walk, hit the workout room or go for a hike. Joe took the below “belly shot” on our hike. It felt wonderful to be able to spend so much time outside, why do we live in Minnesota again?
