The summer I was pregnant with Banana, I spent a significant amount of time at the beach. Why do I say “pregnant with Banana”. It’s not as if there are other youngin’s here that would make you wonder, “Pregnant with who?” but I can’t help it. Anyway most Saturdays and Sundays, I’d hop in the car with my roommate, we’d hit Dunkin Donuts and get an incredibly large ice coffee (I want to say it was decaf so I don’t get any judgment but I honestly can’t remember, it could have been a turbo) and we’d head to the ocean. One of our favorite places to go was Plum Island. If you’ve been to Plum Island, you know that the waves, and the undertow, are pretty intense. I love love love the ocean. Half of the reason I am so happy in Eastern MA is because I’m only a 15 to 20 minute drive to the beach, and everything about it makes me happy. I was brought up to think that sun and the sea were both very healing, something that will inevitably have me writing to you about my skin cancer any day now, because it is a very difficult mindset to break, especially when it feels so good.
In addition to loving being near the ocean, I love being in it. I am happiest when I’m completely engulfed by the water, even though the harsh salts pretty much rip your skin apart, and do terrible things to your hair, I love it. I was lucky enough to have a roommate that felt (and still feels) the same, so the two of us, on the particular day I’m writing about, probably spent about 2 hours straight in the water, even though it was a little cold, because the waves were beautiful and it was intensely hot out.
Side note – is the ocean, sun, waves, etc. bad when you’re pregnant? I have no idea. If it is, I am sorry Banana, but it looks like you’re okay now.
The waves were so intense that when they picked us up, because that’s what they were doing, we didn’t have much control over where and how we landed. But it was SO MUCH FUN. Maybe one of my favorite days at the beach. There weren’t that many people at the beach, but we were sitting hear a young family with two little kids, who were playing relatively close to the shoreline. I was wearing a bathing suit that was broken up into two pieces. Not technically a bikini, but there were two pieces. This is how I remember it: a wave came, and picked us up to the point that I think we were probably 10 feet in the air. Even if we weren’t, it felt as though we were. For the first second or two, I remember feeling lovely, and then, since the wave was so powerful, it sucked us both under and I think half of the ocean was being pumped into me through my nose and mouth. We were thrown, by the wave, onto the beach. I remember being sprawled out on the shoreline as the water retreated, trying to catch my breath, and rolling over to brace myself to get up. That’s when I realized I was face to face with the little boy that was playing near the shoreline, near my friend and I. His face looked like this:
I was sure that he had seen what the wave had done to the two of us, and he was probably now scared to go in the ocean himself. Good call young man!
Then I saw the rest of the family. As we’d been thrown onto the beach, they were not far away from us. And this kind of perfectly sums up their reactions.