and they say hunger is the best sauce
Friday, February 16, 2007
For over a year now, Becca's been going to a crèche a mere 5 mins drive away from the local swimming baths, yet only this morning did I put two and two together and realise that I could combine dropping her off with popping in to the pool for a little Mummy maintenance time. (Such is the utter self-forgetfulness that parenthood bestows on one.) So pop in I did, and despite my fears of being accidentally harpooned, swimming while visibly bulbous turned out to be strangely liberating, not just because of the added buoyancy, but also because I felt that I had absolutely nothing to prove: in fact, just by being there I was racking up the virtue points.
All of which were expunged a mere 20 mins later as I stood in line at the local foodcourt waiting to order the Lard McMuffin Combo, when who should happen past but my pregnancy yoga teacher, a smile of puzzled tolerance playing about her lips. 'I'm just having some post-swim calories!' I greeted her shrilly, gesturing towards my wet hair by way of proof. I was going to add that I only eat McDonald's while pregnant (which is true. Mostly. See, Lisa, you are not alone!) but didn't want to appear over-defensive. So we talked about pelvises for a bit, as you do. Mind you the crushing guilt and shame did made the 'food' taste far, far better.
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