Anna
Levenshulme
10th Aug 2016

I've ridden with two people on my bicycle many times before - albeit admittedly committing safety cycling sins; wobbling along with a passenger on my saddle as I heaved the wheels forward, standing on the pedals in the comic awkward fashion you need to adopt to enable a functioning "backy".

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It was only a matter of time before the two of us would be riding a bike together again, but this time he would be in the world with me, seeing everything for the first time.

But I hadn’t yet contemplated what it would mean to ride with two people – always – for the next nine months or so. By two people, I mean myself and my growing baby, swimming around in my tummy.

The morning after I dislocated my knee once, I was working miles away from home, but it went without saying that I would ride my bike to get there. I just had to do it one legged with the help of my fixed gear bicycle.

#1 Twelve Weeks Pregnant

Anna cycling at 12 weeks pregnant.

 

And so it was inevitable that I would endeavour to continue pedalling into my pregnancy, a time when most people assumed I would have to stop – my various bicycles it turned out, are very much made for two.

For every stage of my pregnancy – my trusty steed helped me through. In the early months of turgid morning [and afternoon… and evening] sickness – whooshing along on my wheels would ease the fresh air through my altering system and every single day equipped me for busy days ahead at work.

My bike kept me socialising at a time when pub and parties only had so much to offer, but luckily, most of my friends ride bikes too and out we would go for jolly saunters or meet up for the Critical Mass ride in town each month.

And then, when the inevitable bulge of my growing baby boy began to grow and grow…and grow, I’m convinced that plodding along on my bike until the very last day kept at bay the swollen feet, the excruciating hip and back pain I was so conscientiously warned about and the general discomfort of having a human being kick you in the ribs every five minutes.

My bicycle kept me fit and in turn, enabled a highly enjoyable (albeit long) labour that I still feel nostalgic for – rather than a painful endurance test like many people describe.

#2 Due Date

Anna and her partner out cycling on her due date.

 

Inevitably, I had to hang up my road bike a few months in and wave farewell to the endurance sweats of long distance cycling, but chugs along canals and cute quaint routes would be fine for now.

On the 21st October last year, around two weeks after my due date, I was out enjoying the autumn sunshine and orange leaves whilst pedalling over as many potholes as possible in an attempt to get things moving.

It was a wonderful ride with beautiful music playing from a speaker in my basket – life felt so simple and straight forward. In the early hours of the 22nd October, everything started to happen and it was soon time to meet my little guy.

It was only a matter of time before the two of us would be riding a bike together again, but this time he would be in the world with me, seeing everything for the first time.

#4 10 Week Old Baby Biking

 

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