I found that the best relief from my tired, aching, incredibly pregnant body comes from placing myself in the hydrotherapy pool at our local aquatic center.
I like the pool because it is there specifically for people who are recovering from injuries or who just want to submerge themself and not do much else.
It's short on people with svelte bodies who are prone to sudden displays of athleticism and for that reason I find it most welcoming.
Access to it is gained by a long ramp and by the time the water is covering my bump, the terrible ravages of gravity start to be reversed on my lower back.
I just like to float around or prop my arms on the side of the pool and soak.
When I float on my back the words "a hump like a snow hill" come to mind. I wonder if Melville would be flattered to be remembered in such a way?
I wish someone would invent a portable water tank for pregnant women which could be like a hoveround/aquarium combo. They could call it "Mermaid Rover 1."
I know it is specifically written in the ten commandments, "Thou shalt not covet they neighbor's mobility scooter" but sometimes when I see my elderly neighbor whizzing out of the driveway in his with a jaunty orange flag flapping in the breeze behind him, I feel the creep of envy.
The worst part of the pool experience is getting out again. Each step up the ramp leaves me more at the mercy of the force of gravity and makes me want to "return to sea."
I am fearful that one day they will have to employ a crane and a crew of confused marine biologists to get me land bound again.
This fear will not keep me from the pool however. It's the one relief I have left in these last weeks of tribulation.
I like the pool because it is there specifically for people who are recovering from injuries or who just want to submerge themself and not do much else.
It's short on people with svelte bodies who are prone to sudden displays of athleticism and for that reason I find it most welcoming.
Access to it is gained by a long ramp and by the time the water is covering my bump, the terrible ravages of gravity start to be reversed on my lower back.
I just like to float around or prop my arms on the side of the pool and soak.
When I float on my back the words "a hump like a snow hill" come to mind. I wonder if Melville would be flattered to be remembered in such a way?
I wish someone would invent a portable water tank for pregnant women which could be like a hoveround/aquarium combo. They could call it "Mermaid Rover 1."
I know it is specifically written in the ten commandments, "Thou shalt not covet they neighbor's mobility scooter" but sometimes when I see my elderly neighbor whizzing out of the driveway in his with a jaunty orange flag flapping in the breeze behind him, I feel the creep of envy.
The worst part of the pool experience is getting out again. Each step up the ramp leaves me more at the mercy of the force of gravity and makes me want to "return to sea."
I am fearful that one day they will have to employ a crane and a crew of confused marine biologists to get me land bound again.
This fear will not keep me from the pool however. It's the one relief I have left in these last weeks of tribulation.
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