At the 26 week mark–I feel pretty good, a little big, but I know that there is still room to get bigger…I’ve been doing this:
This is the yoga I go to on campus. I love that it’s free, and she teaches Ashtanga, which is what I practice at my other studio. Both of my teachers are awesome at modifying poses for me and knowing what I should and shouldn’t attempt.
I’m hoping that yoga classes give this little one balance and mindfulness in his life. When I was pregnant with Seamus, I was taking an intellectually demanding class on Ideas of Latin America and hemispheric studies. He got me out of my final paper by coming two weeks early. Seamus is my question boy, who also loves language and difficult ideas. I think he picked it up in utero. My second pregnancy I took rock climbing classes until about six months, when the harness stopped fitting really well. Gilbert is my daredevil. He loves to climb, exert himself physically, and test his limits. He actually has much better spatial awareness than I do.
I’m hoping that there is a connection between mama and baby–Not in some messed up, woman-blaming way of if-you’ve-been-stressed-out then you’re responsible for making a baby obese, or stunted, or some other disaster that’s always popping up in clickable news stories–but in an intentional, loving way of passing on values and benefits through the physical connection. Here’s hoping for a zen-ish baby.