Last night I drew a bath - the first in well over a year - and sat in some warm steamy water to rest my bones and relax my mind. I have one of those terrible, low, standard-sized tubs that starts wider at the spigot and narrows at the back. It's totally utilitarian and is only useful for foot soaks or bathing children. It's too small for luxuriating but big enough for drowning. I usually don't soak in it because frankly, my butt gets stuck. Seriously. My side to side rear-end clearance is such that I become literally wedged in the tub. Well, it used to.
Last night, however, I drew a bath and sat in my tub for the first time since July 30th, 2010. (Yes, that really is the last time I sat in my tub. I was pregnant with Charlie and desperate for some relief from that pesky round ligament pain. I spent 20 minutes just trying to get out and upright. Another wrung in the long parade of indignities called "pregnancy".) This time, I sat in the water, enjoyed a hot soak and did NOT get stuck, lodged, jammed or otherwise wedged in the tub. My bottom fits in my crappy bath tub! It's time to celebrate, people.
So, here is my thought for the day:
3 comments:
Yay for you. Not feeling chubby in the tubby is really worth celebrating! Here's to more rubby dubby dubby in the tubby for my little cubby. ;-)
That's awesome! It's fun to see how your body changes with exercise!
That's awesome! Congratulations! (And I am glad you, your family and home were safe from the storms earlier this week.)
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