Post by Ericka Sóuter
Between the months of October and March, the word "swimsuit" is typically banned from my vocabulary. Why stress myself out about that annoying clothing item when there's no chance I'll have to slip into one anytime soon? Well, that all changed the moment we decided to take my son to Disney World for spring break. The hotel we are staying at has an amazing pool that my little one -- who has been cooped up all winter long -- can't wait to dip into. Ugh. Now I have to scramble to find a new suit and there is nothing I hate more than bathing suit shopping with my post-baby bod. Finding the "right" one (meaning one I don't have to wear a t-shirt over) is harder than winning the lottery.![]()
Between the months of October and March, the word "swimsuit" is typically banned from my vocabulary. Why stress myself out about that annoying clothing item when there's no chance I'll have to slip into one anytime soon? Well, that all changed the moment we decided to take my son to Disney World for spring break. The hotel we are staying at has an amazing pool that my little one -- who has been cooped up all winter long -- can't wait to dip into. Ugh. Now I have to scramble to find a new suit and there is nothing I hate more than bathing suit shopping with my post-baby bod. Finding the "right" one (meaning one I don't have to wear a t-shirt over) is harder than winning the lottery.