So we didn’t bring a lot of those things. I think J thought I was being paranoid, but he went along with my fears, what a lovely husband. We brought cash, transport cards and one set of keys. On one hand, it makes me really sad that I didn’t feel safe enough to leave things on the beach, afraid that someone would steal them. But on the other hand, I didn’t want to take the risk.
Once we got to the beach and saw the number of people around, how close people were packed (beaches in Sydney are packed!), I relaxed a bit. I didn’t even use my back-up plan of further hiding/disguising my valuables. Surely all these people also had valuables and weren’t worried about them being stolen. Maybe there’s some sort of beach etiquette of not stealing (J called it general etiquette, he’s right).
We had a lovely time and I was able to relax in the water without worrying too much about our bags. We could see them from where we were in the water (well J could and he gave me occasional updates, I wasn’t wearing my glasses in the water). I found swimming while pregnant wasn’t hugely different than swimming not-pregnant. Mind you, I haven’t been swimming in a while. Doing a star float on my back was lovely since I haven’t been able to lie on my back in months. But I had to commit to it, ears in the water and all. If I tried to keep my head up that engaged my abdominals, which weren’t too happy about being used.
We’re not very good at taking photos of what we’re doing anyway, but we’re a bit better when there’s an actual occasion to photograph. I’m a bit sad that since we didn’t bring our phones we have no photos to show you of our time at the beach. So here’s us at a different beach:
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