Ode to Swimming While Pregnant

Pregnant lady swimming


I avoided the pool, thinking it too full of chlorine,

but other pregnant ladies were really keen.

So, hot, aching, and tired, I strapped on my tankini,

and the cool, buoyant water was so delicious it was almost obscene.

At first I worried about my pace,

a round turtle, not a sleek dolphin, I’d lose any race.

My goggles were tight, my suit raised up past my belly dome.

But as I started stroking the water’s face,

gliding, and sliding, the aqua liquid made its case:

Water is you, the planet, and baby—keep on going, and welcome home.