I was recently successful, and last week went to my first Aqua Natal class. I threw my one and only bathing suit (a sporty bikini) in my bag with a towel and headed off for my first adventure among that select elite of “Pregnant Women”.
There were six of us at that first lesson, and every single one of the ladies had a one piece bathing suit on, all of them over 30 weeks on. And I was standing there in my super sporty bikini feeling very conspicuous and out of place. Oh well. We went into the pool and it was amazing to feel the relief of weightlessness that water can give you. The lesson was harder than I thought, to be honest. Water creates a lot of resistance, and I am very out of shape, so there was a lot of huffing and puffing going on. And I was cold. And my “twins” kept trying to escape from their bikini top.
After my first class, i decided I would join the gang and a certain level of decorum. I found a bathing suit online and ordered it. To my joy, it arrived in time for my next lesson this morning.
I eagerly went upstairs to try it on and looked at myself in the mirror. Shamu. Dear Lord, a purple, Barney-coloured version of the most famous whale in the world. How come the other girls looked so much better than me? More curvy, shapely even. I just looked like a purple tent. I hung my head in shame.
Yet this morning I went with my purple tent and joined in with the other ladies, all of us a different version of Shamu, huffing and puffing away. I have been assured I will grow into the suit. In the meantime I can only hope I am more graceful in the water than I am out of it.