I rode up until 40 weeks of pregnancy – right up until the day before I went into labor. So obviously I love riding my bike. It gives me a sense of freedom and control to be able to go where I want, when I want. Walking is too slow. Taking the bus requires too much planning. I can just hop on my bike and go! Not to mention all of the things I can carry!
But it wasn’t as easy getting on the bike with baby as I thought it would be. I was nervous about riding too fast; nervous about him bouncing too much. But most importantly I was nervous about what other people would say. Am I a bad parent for riding with my baby?
I thought I would have more confidence and less doubt about my choices. So for now we’ll stay close to home and probably focus on rides we can do with Papa Bear along for support.
I dream of living in the Netherlands where one can ride without worry. Now that would be freedom.