After three months without paddling out, i’m finally back in the water. When Luna was about 3 weeks old I started taking her on beach walks with the dogs in the mornings. I wrapped her up in a sling, covered her head with a little hat and we’d walk down to the ocean with the dogs and look at the waves. It seemed impossible to leave her on the beach and out of my arms for any length of time, but day by day I got more and more eager to catch a wave.
I’m a skinny human. Always have been. When I was a toddler, my mom was always trying to fatten me up. She’d feed me to the bursting point and then insist on “one more bite….” and then she joked that she was glad that the high chair held a full belly full, as everything she had painstakingly put into my mouth came right back up and she had to start all over again! Continue reading 12 weeks and Starting to Show?