Oh the pool, the glorious wonderful pool! For the first time in months, I get to feel weightless and fat free. At a whopping 160 lbs, (if anyone laughs or gasps... I will find you and beat you, just a little bit) the pool makes me feel unlike anything I can describe. Well, maybe I can. I guess you can say I don't feel like the weeble wabbling around town. I don't fall down or feel like I'm creating thunder with my thighs... I merely float lying down on a raft where my belly sticks up and OUT of the water like Homer Simpson. Now if I could only have the Duff's Beer with it.
Before I got pregnant I would jump in the pool and sink since there wasn't much buoyancy to keep me afloat. It was hard to lie on my back and float like all the other cool kids...my butt would usually sink me to the bottom of the pool. But now, when I jumped in and tried to float, it was simple! Here's the funny part. I tried lying on my back (with no raft for support) to see if I could stay up. EEEHhhhh, wrong! My butt is so...well...BOYANT, that it flips me over as if I were playing butts up and just lost. Now, I thought (keyword thought) my belly was bigger than my ever expanding backside, but I was wrong...horribly, wrong. Golden Rule: Fat floats, babies don't...
