I went to my first prenatal yoga class on Tuesday. I carefully picked out which o the XL Shoreline concert "local crew" shirts of my multiple stacks I'd wear since I wanted to make a good impression with my soon to be new uber granola hippy yoga practicing friends....NO Oz Fest or half naked woman from one o the cowboy shows, that's country AND western music folks! A respectable black shirt like "Sade - Lovers Rock local crew 2001" would be perfect. Well most days I forget that TX hippy chicks are a LOT different then the Berkeley or even Santa Cruz hippies I'm more familiar with. The lady on the mat next to me had a red shirt on that stated, in rhinestones no less,"God Bless Texas and Willy Nelson". Wow.....I simply have nothing to say to that.
So the teacher is calling out pose names and the ladies are all doing them and I'm sitting there trying to figure out what exactly is going on. The teacher looks at me and I say, "I'm just waiting to see what that looks like so I can pretend to look like I know what I'm doing." She was slightly aghast when I said this was my first yoga class......well except for that month I spent in the Guatemalan Highlands at the Lake Retreat Center to learn astral projection and stone healing but the daily multiple yoga & meditation sessions were in Spanish and a lot different, just sayin!
Still these ladies in this class were no joke. I'm feeling more and more like a beached whale every day and THESE women, who are much further along than I am, are bending like pretzels with gigantic beach balls protruding out of their pretzel-ness. Whatever!
So I've been limping around the last few days barely able to get from one side o the house to the other after getting my non-yoga butt kicked. This morning I couldn't even manage to slip back into bed after peeing for the 3rd time last night.....granted I was trying not to disturb Ace & Bustin's sleep and was terribly unsuccessful. My back was acting up again. I've been having lower back pain off & on for a few months now, usually when I go for walks or am on my feet all day. I make Bustin dig into my lower back at the end o the day or when I can't walk any further. I now waddle around like the super preggers ladies with their hands on their lower backs. I'm sure I look high-larious.
Still I was not going to let the yoga ladies win.....I was heading back to yoga today for another beating. I got all the way to the car with my mat and everything and basically buckled to my knees while trying to get in the car. My back went into horrible spasms and thankfully Bustin was there and caught me when I called out his name. So that whole, "my pregnancy has been soooo easy, I KNOW I'll have to pay for it sooner than later in some horrible fashion" thoughts I've been having of doom and gloom.....well "easy street" is definitely over now and all my "panicked what if's" have NOW come into play!!!!
Just when you thought that crawling was just for babies.......I can't even move off the couch even sitting up so Bustin could put the heating pad behind me was excruciating. Thank heavens Bustin was close by or I would of had to crawl back into the house. Now I'm trying to find some last minute pregnancy massage or prenatal acupuncture appointment so I can, oh I don't know, walk!
Oh yoga ladies, you have won this fight but you will not win the war......no, no, you will not win the war! Namaste THIS!!!
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