Just about the only thing that I can comfortably do at this point is swim. I can do a few other things, like stand up, sit down and roll over, but not without a few grunts along the way.
Since swimming is my everything at this point (it keeps me sane), I continue to head to the neighborhood YMCA two to three times a week.
There are so many things that make this Y great. One is the fact that the childcare is free for the first hour and a half, and the people who work there are AMAZING.
Now mind you, I’m not a big fan of leaving the house these days. Suddenly everything about me has become public discourse. If it’s not the double-takes from every third person, then it’s the comments (a recent favorite, “What, you’re due in like an hour?”). However, the idea of heading to the pool and letting it all hang out in my two piece Speedo doesn’t seem to bother me one bit.
On Monday I decided that it would be a great day to hit the pool and get some mild exercise in with a little vitamin D. As I made my way to the showers to rinse off before heading up to the pool, one of the water aerobics classes had just let out. These classes are mostly filled with older women and they see each other most every day, which means they gab incessantly in the locker rooms while they groom post-workout. So as you can imagine, the second I stepped into the shower room one of the ladies (we’ll call her Naked Lady #1) was vocally excited about the fact that I was pregnant. I believe she shouted, Baby!!
I smiled kindly and made my way to one of the stalls to rinse off and put my swim cap on.
Baby! she screamed again. Hey lady, when is the baby coming?
It took me a moment to adjust that she was speaking to me, and I waited hoping she might stop pandering me for information. Lucky for me I took the stall next to the biggest gabber of them all, Older Lady #1 (she wasn’t naked yet). She poked her head into my stall (I left the curtain open… ) and practically shouted, When is the baby due?!?
I kindly replied, Soon. This week. Next week.
Older Lady #1 loudly relayed this information to the rest of the showering ladies, which was then met with cheers and a few screams of excitement.
Yes, thank you. There are two.
At this point the cheers and screams now turned into an applause (who knew?).
I smile, kindly thanked them for their encouragement and attempted to get my swim cap on.
Given the twin topic makes normal people bonkers, I was not prepared, but admittedly should have known what it would do to a bunch of 70-year-old women just after an endorphin-releasing water aerobics class.
Almost immediately, a woman standing next to Naked Lady #1 (who we’ll call Naked Lady #2), crossed the length of the showers to tell me how her sisters had twins.
Are they boys? Girls?
Boys, I replied to more cheers and applause.
My sister had boys too!
By this point she’s literally 3 feet away from me, and my giant belly sticking out of my two-piece speedo (it’s the only thing that fits the giant belly) and I can tell she is trying really hard not to touch my belly. I mean, her hands are only a foot and a half away from my abdomen and I’m just waiting for it to happen.
Thankfully she retreats to her running shower and the ladies calm down. Naked Lady #2 was as sweet as could be, but honestly, I could not imagine her touching my belly at that moment. I really have no idea what I would have done.
I finally made it unscathed up to the pool and was greeted by one the ladies in the next water aerobics class with a general comment of how I was ready to pop! I don’t think she realized I heard her.
Even though the whole experience almost made my water break, it was all worth it. I laughed, they cheered, and we all had a damn good day… all thanks to my twin-sized belly.