Wyatt is going to love this class. I just know it. He loves his bath; has since his very first one, smiling every night. In preparation for the class, we upgraded him into the big tub. He lays back on my arms and kicks his legs; stretches out and splashes. He slips and slides from one end to the other. The way he stretches out it is like he is finally free. When we went to the Y to register, I took him down to the pool so he could check it out. He stared in awe at the biggest bathtub in the world and kept on lunging to get out of arms to get in. Our first class is on friday and Wyatt is going to love it.
I am freaking out, as per usual. Its not about Wyatt. Its about me being a self conscience, quirky, person. Qualities that will be exaggerated when a bathing suit is involved. Whenever I am faced with a new situation there is always some level of apprehension. This time it is more of a nervous anticipation. I have never swam in a public pool like the Y before. It takes me about an hour to get into a cold pool. My boobs have shrunk to a size that NONE of my bathing suits fit. None of my string bikinis that are wildly inappropriate for a public pool and a squirming baby that will most like rip it off. My bathing suits are meant for Cabo not lane lapping. Not the mention, I'm ghostly white. What are the other mom's going to be like? Hopefully, we'll meet some cool kids but what if its all 3rd time mommy's that are bored with my first time concerns?
I did a dry run with Wyatt on Wednesday, dressing both of us in our bathing suits, introducing Wy to his swim diapers. Rebecca is coming with us tomorrow to document, take pictures, and probably taunt me from the sidelines. Literally, I have not been able to make plans because I have been solely focused on mentally preparing myself. But, no, really, I'm excited. I am staying focused on Wyatt having a blast. Think about us tomorrow at 2pm. We'll be taking our first splash.
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