|I can still fit into the head, but barely!|
I promise I won't turn this blog into a pregnancy/baby love fest. (Well, there might be a bit of a baby love fest.) The main focus will always be weird sailing stories, adventures in strange places and, of course, iguana photos, but just in case people are interested here's what boat life is like from the perspective of the third trimester. Thankfully, we have been completely stationary during this stage because I can't imagine trying to balance with the boat heeled over minus the use of core muscles.
Fitting in the head. My main concern when we returned from the U.S. was whether or not I could fit into the head. Our bathroom on the boat has a ridiculously small door, and I was imagining myself wedged in the doorframe while Vlad carefully jigsawed me out. Thankfully, I fit through the door just fine, though it is cutting it close when I turn sideways.
Getting on and off the boat. Vlad's new nickname for me is Tumbles, not that I have actually fallen anywhere, but let's just say I'm not nearly as graceful as I once was. So trying to get on and off the boat gives me a bit of pause and occasional visions of treading gross marina water while pounding frantically on the hull hoping Vlad hears me. So far, though, I've managed to not live up to my nickname and fall into the drink.
It's freaking hot. I could forever complain about the heat, about how my feet swell up every sticky afternoon and look like stuffed sausages or loaves of bread or canned hams (Vlad keeps joking about how we should stick cloves in them), about how when the temperature hits 95 in the boat I become utterly useless, but now that we're in Guadalajara, of course, my feet look like actual feet rather than Kleenex boxes. I can even walk in the afternoon! However, I have a new found appreciation for what 90 degree plus heat means while pregnant, and it is not pretty. See for yourself:
|Not only does this look bad, it hurts too!|
It ain't all bad though. For one thing, being pregnant in Mexico allows you to release your inner fruit bat. Almost every morning, I have a delicious fruit smoothie with the obligatory banana and either pineapple, strawberries, plums or whatever fruit we've scored at the local market. And being stationed in tiny La Cruz means a lot of fun cooking for ourselves - pastas and thai soups and grilled fish and chicken. And then there's all the walking we do, which the locals are down with. They keep telling me that walking is muy bueno for the baby, and if I keep it up he'll just fall right out. We will see if they're right on that front.