Downward-facing Buddha belly- that’s what it feels like at my prenatal yoga classes. I’ve only gone to two sessions so far and I think I’m the furthest along among the ladies there. The instructor is wonderful- she also teaches childbirth education classes and works as a doula. The class definitely kicks my ass, but I leave feeling balanced and energized. The hardest thing she’s had us do so far is a number of poses where we must keep a yoga brick pressed between our thighs. Seriously, it’s not easy. Since I’ve signed up for the full series, it forces me out of the house on cold, dark winter nights each week.
This is my first foray into a real-life pregnancy community. We don’t have much time to talk to one another, but it’s been fun connecting with other women who are going through a lot of the things that I’ve already been through. I’m amused at being able to offer firsthand advice on such topics as morning sickness, exhaustion, and chest inflation.
Also, during the first class, the instructor went around the room and had each student state her name, what her due date is and one thing she has been doing to prepare. Being the proud extroverted lesbian that I am, my fact was that my wife and I had gone to a lawyer to draw up papers for our wills and second-parent adoption. So far everyone is still talking to me 🙂
Today marks the third trimester. I have been feeling increasingly heavy and some of the exhaustion from the first trimester has returned. My skin is exceedingly dry as well, though winter isn’t helping.
Our Bradley birth class starts next Wednesday. We’re very much looking forward to both the subject matter and meeting other folks (and perhaps having other stories to tell). Our goal this weekend is to buy a dresser as the final piece of furniture in Cupcake’s room. We plan to use a changing pad on top of it while he’s in diapers and then keep it in use as he grows up.