The power of prenatal yoga
Before I got pregnant with C I was a budding Yoga afficionado. At least once a week I unrolled my Yoga mat and joined my fellow classmates in stretching and toning our bodies to limber perfection. I practiced my yogic breath every chance I got. I held poses while I waited for the copier to spit out my pages or while I waited for the pasta water to boil. I was really into the scene. My Yoga instructor was one of the first people to know that I was pregnant. (Right after the sushi guy at Draegers, but that's another story...)
I was determined to keep up the practice all through my pregnancy, but I was quickly thwarted by first trimester exhaustion. Some days it was all I could do to drag myself from work to my couch, a detour via the Yoga studio seemed as unmangeable as hiking up Everest. By the time the bone tiredness lifted I was completely out of the Yoga loop.
An atrocious sciatica attack sent me limping right back to my instructor, begging her to help me survive until the end of my pregnancy. I switched from my regular class to a prenatal class and my back was saved. Thanks to Marti I was able to shave my legs standing up in my shower on my due date, no joke! (Secretly, I'm really proud of that, shh, don't tell.)
Seventeen months later I've discovered another prenatal yoga benefit. All of that Ohmmmming is finally paying off. I used to be annoyed by all of the class time spent sitting still humming, but it seems that, in utero, C really enjoyed it. And now? Now all I have to do is hum for a second or two and she will settle right down, no matter how upset or wound up she is. She can be jumping up and down in her bed, I'll start to hum and a peaceful look comes over her face, I hand her a pacifier and she lays right down. It's like magic.
Rose also writes at It's My Life...