Sunday morning, I woke up early, put on my Speedo, lathered in sunscreen, and hooked up with a friend to do an open water swim at Sand Harbor beach on Lake Tahoe. My friend called me before she left her house and said, “is it windy at your house? I heard it was supposed to be windy at the Lake all day.”
I blew it off. I told her that there wasn’t any wind at my house, and though I knew it would be cold (forecasted 55 degrees at 9am), I told her the wind probably wouldn’t kick up until later, and the water would be the same temperature regardless of the weather.
Oh, did those words come bite me in the rear. We got up to the lake, and it was crazy windy, cold as all get out, and there were white caps all over the lake. As unappetizing as getting in the water seemed at that point, I told myself after all this effort, and this being one of my few chances to swim open water this summer, I must do it.
Getting in was almost painful it was so cold. Thankfully, I had double checked with my doc that swimming in really cold water wouldn’t jump start me into labor. My friend was in a full wet suit. But me, figuring I had my own internal heat source (and besides, what wetsuit would fit me right now?), I went in au natural. It took me about 5 minutes of wading before I got courage to get my head wet, and I actually had to stop a couple of times to float on my back so that I could get control of my breathing (the water was that shockingly cold). Then, for the swim. I was being tossed around like crazy. I felt like I was hardly moving because the water was so rough. In fact, my friend and I couldn’t see each other because of the crazy waves.
It was about this point when the thought crossed my mind, I’m just not your typical full term pregnant woman. In fact, I am probably certifiably nuts. After I warmed up from swimming, I managed to get about 40 minutes in before I threw in the towel. I still say that a rough, cold day swimming in Tahoe is better than sitting on the beach wishing I was swimming in Tahoe (which is what I’ll be doing very soon), so it was worth it. I’ll be headed back out there next weekend, and hopefully it won’t be as punishing.
The rest of the day was a blur. I came home, took a lightening fast shower, took Little Miss to an open house at the River School, then got us lunch at Subway (the best fast food lunches for moms and kids in my opinion), and then took her to a Siblings class at the hospital. Little Miss was so adorable as she learned to feed, burp, change and bathe a baby. (Granted, she did drop the baby once while trying to juggle the bottle and the baby.) We then went up to the nursery, where we saw babies that had been born that day, and Little Miss REALLY wanted to buy one so that Hunter would have a friend when he comes out. Ha!
After the Siblings class, we took a quick nap, and then I woke her up early for us to go up to a concert on the beach of Tahoe City. Of course, Murphy’s Law was that the lake was totally calm in the evening. Humph. We had a lovely time listening to the music, having Little Miss playing on the playground on the beach, and as I sipped my O’Douls Amber while lounging in my beach chair. We got home last night at 9:30, and is it any wonder I practically collapsed into bed?! The house is a wreck, the laundry didn’t get done, but I’m having FUN, darnit!
And now, because I truly am certifiably nuts, here is a picture of me in a swimsuit at 37 weeks after this swim. The water doesn’t look nearly as rough as it truly was — I swear!