So, I have just a few hours ago returned from my first session of Prenatal Yoga. It is a class that I signed up for with the hopes that the stretching will do as much good for my body as the fellowship with other pregnant yoga doing mommies does for my conversation starved mind. My opinions on class number one are nothing but praise. I felt good driving to the class, tasting a bit of that freedom that a parent experiences when they know that no little darling is going to ask them "why?" every single second, and returned happily relaxed with ice cream in hand. Yes, I said ice cream. This is what is excellent about pregnancy~ I went to a yoga class and upon the conclusion of class I promptly pulled into Sonic ordering a large reeces cup ice cream (extra reeces) and because I am pregnant this is totally acceptable.
The other ladies in the class are lovely. There was a fair bit of humor as bodies creaked and cracked outloud especially at the start of the stretching. I did find that most likely I have the least built up maturity level of all the woman in the class, however, as I laughed out loud when told to stretch my perineal sphincter. That word (spinchter) just does me in every time. I thought about asking exactly where the heck said sphincter is actually located so that I could stretch it appropriately, but kept my mouth shut and pretended. Upon looking it up on google just a few moments ago I learned that I had fair reason to laugh when told to stretch it out. If you do not believe me then I would like for you to think of your most personal and private places and then image releasing them to the chi and chai and choo and all that other yoga stuff in a room full of spandex wearing ladies and one awkardkly misplaced maintaince man. See, funny.
But, all of this stretching and movement is supposed to decrease my back pain, ligament pain, heart burn, and head aches. The best part is that supposedly what I am doing now, spinchter stretching included, is going to make that day of labor a bit easier. At the end of class we practiced concious relaxation which we were instructed to practice daily in order to melt into this state upon the actual moments of delivery. I am going to have to work on this state of mind. During my concious relaxatoin this evening all I could think of was that I am darn happy that I told my OB to meet me in the parking lot with my epdirual.
Well, enough about prenatal yoga. It was great. I love Man Mondays....the day that my boys venture off to do manly-man things and I get some time to myself. The Moose was happy when Mommy came home. He wanted me to teach him yoga, which I did. He also reported that for dinner he had smores and popsicles. Hmmm....maybe it is a good thing Man Monday is only once a week for more reasons than just giving my spinchter a rest. (Sorry, had to say that word just once more!)
