Quiet reflection

Last night, I went to a Gentle Yoga class, because I cannot seem to find any prenatal ones that aren’t already full. So I get there and I like the room (this matters, you know) and they had ample blankets and bolsters, etc; things you could really use during a pregnant yoga session. But I tell you – and it didn’t really bother me – I was the youngest person there by maybe 20, even 30 years. In a lot of ways, the session was really good. We did some stretches that  helped a lot with the soreness I have been having and we relaxed, which was what I ultimately hoped for. The thing I liked the most was Yoga mudra:

Yoga Mudra

Imagine, though, that the guy is holding a tie (scarf, etc.)  wrapped around both hands, arms held shoulder width apart. It was an interesting pose, one I had no trouble doing. The instructor said it was the ultimate pose of surrender, which I thought was interesting. I’m not much into the bondage scene but I saw some definite connections between this yoga pose and that. That was actually sort of thrilling, in a weird way.

Though it did relax me, I don’t think it was enough. When I did prenatal yoga with Elliot, it was still a workout in which I sweat and felt worked afterward. I am seeking something more along those lines; it was missing the element of connecting to your baby, which I thought was cheesy the first go-round but find that I enjoyed immensely. I am going to seek out something more focused and see if I can’t work that into my weekly routine. It was super nice to get out of the house between 5:30 and 7, the prime Elliot care time. I came home to see that Ash had made mac and cheese and green beans and they were sitting at the table, eating together. This is a gigantic step for Ash because a.) he hates eating dinner at the table and b.) he doesn’t like dirty kid hands. But he handled it very well. You know, like an adult. Like a father.

Maybe I should have started on all this yoga stuff earlier but to be honest, I was waiting to make sure that the kid was really in there and that I wasn’t going to miscarry again. Not that I am in the clear but at 12 weeks your risk decreases  exponentially. And I am glad for it. I don’t need anything else to worry about.

So we’ll see how it all goes. Meanwhile, Ash and I celebrate our anniversary on the 15th. I just booked a room here: The McFarlin House. It’s out in Quincy and we’ve stayed there before. The last time was in November of 2007 for a little getaway. This time should be a little nicer for me since back then, I was still breastfeeding Elliot so in order to not be uncomfortable, I had to pump milk before bed and once in the middle of the night. I’m also planning on doing something traditional for Ash on the actual day of our  anniversary (we’re doing the overnight thing a week later when my mom can come babysit). The traditional 4th anniversary gift is fruit. I’m going to try to be creative with that.

If you have any creative fruit ideas, let me know! ‘Til the next blog post…

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