Wednesday, January 17, 2007
‘Let’s go swimming today’, said my true love last Sunday.
An excellent idea! We’d been talking about having a swim for ages, but you know how it goes when nobody actually holds a gun to your head.
‘Better try on my bikini first’, she continues. ‘I’m not sure it still fits.’
A wise decision. Since she’s pregnant certain body parts have been expanding exponentially. Big boobs are definitely a plus of making your wife pregnant.
The lower part of the bikini fits without alarming stretching sounds, but then again she’s only four months into her pregnancy. The top part is another matter however. Where there was ample room before, there is little left to spare now. But it still fits, just.
‘That’s all right then’, she says, and stretches her arms up in a swimming motion.
TWAOANG !!! - goes the bikini as it shoots right under her nose.
In a reflex, I check the ceiling for boobs. But a second later I discover to my great relief that they were firmly attached and are still in place.
After howling and screaming with laughter for the next half hour we finally set off to the swimming pool. Luckily the bikini stays in place, although I suspect that this little group of adolescents in the deep end would have liked it otherwise.