Post-dip, take a luxurious, hot, outdoor shower.
(I think Edith preferred the cold ocean.)
From early on in my pregnancy with Edith, I fantasized about taking pictures of the “the fetus” (as we called her then)—fully gestated and freed from my womb—with my wife. In fact, it was this particular fantasy that kept me afloat on the days when I felt so ill that I could barely remember what the point of this endeavor was (there were many; pregnancy does not agree with me).
In this case, the future has not disappointed one bit.