Wednesday, 15 January 2014
1994 Cornwall again!
I was suffering from post-baby elasticated waist syndrome... Baggy T shirts over the waistband helped to disguise the fact that I still looked pregnant. Ah the joys of the third baby! Life just suddenly becomes too busy for Kegel exercises. After George was born I still had this crazy idea that it wouldn't alter my physique being a second time mother. I was deluded enough to try a cartwheel 12 weeks after he was born. Oops. Torn ligaments in the pelvis are interestingly painful, especially coupled with "You did what? What were you thinking of?!" From the doctor.
Life gets incredibly more complicated with three children than with two. Someone once told me it is because you haven't got enough hands to hold them all down at once. I suspect that is part of it. I felt terribly odd and even maybe a little bit guilty sitting in the jacuzzi while Jim (who still cannot swim) watched them in the children's pool. There were life guards as well so it was OK. Jim's mum had the baby because she thought she had to sit down a lot with her angina. Actually, she would have been better getting a tad more exercise, but there you go. Hindsight is a wonderful thing. At the time we were under the impression that her heart had to be rested all the time. We even took her to the beach and she sat in the car because the sea air was not good for it.
On the other hand, you can decamp to a gloriously sunny beach, settle the children, change into the swimsuit and break out the picnic, only to be deluged by a sudden squall which appears out of nowhere. We used to take a huge plastic sheet and huddle under it until the rain passed. It had the benefit of clearing the beach of all but the most hardened people - great for surfing just after the shower has passed, before the crowds return. People have no staying power in my opinion.
A bit of rain never hurt anyone...