Love, love, loved prenatal yoga more than I can possibly say. There's something about a room full of pregnant women that is very empowering. Maybe because nobody is worried about looking good in yoga pants?
I was nervous as I rolled into my first prenatal yoga class, it was July and I hadn't practiced since January. All of that nervousness faded as soon as I walked into the studio and it was full of women in various stages of pregnancy.
Class always started with introductions, your name and due date. We were all anywhere from 3 months to due any minute. I was happily somewhere in the middle and in awe of the women that were due any day and yet they were still practicing.
Before getting pregnant I had been rockin' the power yoga three times a week, but because my pregnancy was high risk the doc didn't go ahead untill 6 months. Needless to say my flexibility was questionable and I had no idea how I was going to work around my big and getting bigger belly. Thankfully there was a lot of childs pose involved, and it was more than acceptable to chill out there when it all got to be too much. Of course when I looked up and saw the "due tomorrow" chicks still going I had to keep up. It did feel pretty good when I was the one who was due next...
I can't say my flexibility improved at all, but the practice helped me feel like I wasn't just sitting on my a$$ getting good and fat. Although I still gained 32 pounds which are all gone now, which I think means that I've just lost all muscle. Oh well.
Soon enough I'll be back doing regular yoga with regular non-pregnant women. Although I'm thrilled to be able to return to normal practice and get back to my pre-pregancy body, I will miss the comraderie that I found in that room full of pregnant women. I often wonder how everyone did during labor and delivery, and how they've all adjusted to mommyhood. Maybe we'll run into each other in regular yoga now...
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