I am getting a bath tub installed tomorrow. In my bathroom. A real, honest to goodness cast iron claw foot tub. It’s been sitting outside for years and years, and has rust stains and whatnot, but nothing a little elbow grease can’t take care of. I am so happy I could cry. I took a bath when visiting family in Portland and it was the most delicious thirty minutes I have had in a long time. When other pregnant ladies ask me what the third trimester is like, or ask for advice, (I first ask them why they want advice, aren’t they getting enough unsolicited advice?) I tell them to find some water to get into. Bathtub, lake, river, swamp, kiddie pool, city water reservoir, whatever. It is the only thing that feels comfortable during the third trimester. After a day of aches and strains and groaning, a little time spent submerged in water is heaven. I spent almost two hours in the pool at my local health club the other day because it felt so good and I couldn’t bear the thought of hauling myself out, back to heavy, achy reality.
I am so grateful to be getting a bath tub in my house! It will also be nice to be able to bathe the baby in a tub instead of the shower or kitchen sink.
I am also grateful to be renting a birthing tub for my home birth. I truly believe that it will make my labor easier and more soothing. I can’t imagine doing it any other way.
I am a water person, apparently.