I stopped working my corporate job last March, and had 4 solid months to be a full-time stay-at-home mom with Waverly before her little brother made his grand arrival. Wangling a 1 year old isn’t easy for anyone, let alone a waddling 6 month old pregnant lady. I wanted to spend some good quality time with Waverly while I could, but winter was still in full force in Wichita so there weren’t a lot of great activities to choose from.
I decided to look to my 101 in 1,001 list for ideas, and thought that enrolling Waverly in swim lessons could be a good option. Also? I love that After I got over the initial freakout about having to wear a swimming suit in public (not a pregnant lady’s favorite thing in the world to do), I signed us up for the April session.
I wasn’t sure what to expect when we showed up at the Wichita Swim Club for our first session. When I opened the double set of doors into the club, I was assaulted with a blast of hot, humid, chlorine-filled air and the sounds of high pitched kid squeal echos. I wasn’t a swimmer growing up, so I felt WAY out of my element. And even moreso realizing that I would have to parade around all of these kids and parents as the preggo in the swimsuit.
Thank heavens– it turned out that the baby swimming lessons took place in this fully enclosed kiddie pool.
Better yet- the pool was heated to about 85 degrees, so the minute I waded in I felt like I was in a giant bathtub. Pregnant lady bliss. Let me tell you what- baby Waverly may not have been a huge fan of these swim lessons, but it was a dream come TRUE for this uncomfortable pregnant mama.
Sidebar- I initially choaked a little when I paid full price for the Carmen Marc Valvo swimdress I’m wearing in the photos, but it has seriously lasted (and streeeeetched itself) through 2 pregnancies and beyond, and is still in great condition. Worth every penny.
We sang all of those classic swimming songs I had forgotten all about (Motorboat, Motorboat, anyone?) and played a few rousing games of “throw the Koosh Ball and pretend to swim after it!”. We even tried to get the littles to float (supported) on their backs, which Waverly apparently thought was the equivalent of waterboarding. Though she may be little, her lungs may be fierce. She even grabbed at me so hard in fright that she snapped the removable strap clean off of my suit. So much for poolside modesty.
I’m telling you, I would have paid GOOD MONEY to sign up for being able to float around in that glorified bathtub of amazingness with other pregnant gals for an hour or two a week (kid-free, of course). I think their marketing coordinator had better get all up in that profit stream.
All in all, I’m really happy that I had that little bit of bonding with my little girl, and hope I get to do the same with Wilder soon.