Day 3: Grand Cayman
We decided to spend the day in Grand Cayman at a little known beach called Cemetery Beach. It is on the very north side of Seven Mile Beach, but it has no facilities and therefore very few people...just our kind of place. The snorkeling was supposed to be fabulous, so we packed up our gear and met our friends for a beautiful day in the sun...at least that was the plan.
I caught a picture of Matt before he had a chance to do one of his silly poses...ummm yummy.
Always the goof ball...work it baby, work it.
Grand Cayman turned out to be a very windy day, which stirred up the waves enough to create little to no visibility in the way of snorkeling. Matt went out with the guys, but all of the stirred up dirt and sand in the water made snorkeling very disorienting and not fun at all. I stayed on the beach with the other wives during this time and enjoyed the sun.
When the guys got back, Matt and I were feeling like today had kind of been a bust because of the wind. That's when we realized that the wind was creating some really fun waves that were crashing against the beach. We headed out into the ocean and enjoyed natures own "wave pool".
It was so. much. fun!
We laughed and laughed as we tried to time the waves correctly and jump them so that they wouldn't bury over our heads. I, being the thrill seeker in the group, headed over to an area of beach that consistently got bigger waves. I had a grand time and was grateful for the wind.
After a while, we decided to get out and head back into town. I went to exit the ocean as well, but since I was in the rougher area, a wave caught me just right and I ended up being pummeled into the ground instead. I wasn't hurt at all, but every time I tried to stand up another wave would crash me into the ground. We were with our friends Mike and Cassie and they had four other friends with them as well, so I had quite the audience to my misfortune/embarrassment.
Matt came over by me and kept saying, "Just stand up." I was laughing so hard at myself because I knew that I looked ridiculous, but I just couldn't get my balance long enough to heave my pregnant self out of the water. At some point in the pounding it became very clear that all of me was not inside of my swimsuit. So, a wave would hit me, I would try to put myself back into my suit and stand up, but another wave would crash into me before I could do it. I finally had to let go of my modesty and just stand up as soon as I was finished being pummeled. Well, stand up I did and weren't all of my onlookers surprised when they got an eyeful of me.
The left side of my swimsuit bottoms were completely lodged in my hiney, giving the lovely illusion of a thong, while my top was twisted into oblivion above my big pregnant belly. Luckily, my boobs
did not come out... I don't think that I have ever laughed so hard at myself before. I am just grateful that no one had a camera out to capture my moment of "hotness".
Before the "event"
Needless to say, I don't think we will ever forget this day in Grand Cayman.