Last week, I bit the bullet and tried Prenatal Yoga.
I know, I know, it’s supposed to be “good” for pregnant mommas. But, I’m more of a Soul Cycle, Hot Yoga, anything that makes you sweat buckets, kind of workout girl.
BUT IT’S NOT ABOUT ME ANY MORE PEOPLE! What my daughter wants, my daughter shall get and if she wants a little namaste in her life, then I’ll jump in head first.
I would talk about the first class, but they wound up combining it with “Gentle Yoga” and I thought it was anything but gentle. Maybe that’s because I am the least flexible person on this earth. I think I’ve touched my toes like twice in my life. My back just does not bend that way. The entire time my wrists and knees ached and I wasn’t very relaxed. But last week I finally was able to experience a true prenatal yoga class.
I set up my mat, grabbed some blocks, a bolster, and a blanket. The only reason I knew what to grab was by watching some of my other classmates. I’m very new to all these yoga accessories; all I ever needed at hot yoga was the mat, towels, and plenty of water.
There were four of us in the class which was very different then the combined class I took a couple of days prior. We all sat cross-legged on our mats, blankets under our tush, and waited for the instructor to start the class.
Her name was Caitlin and her voice was soft like an angel. I was immediately relaxed and attentive. We went around the room, stating our name, how far along we were and if we were having a boy or girl. We were also asked to share a pit and peak of the week. Thankfully, I did not go first because, at the end of a long work day, it takes a little while for my brain to turn back on.
“Hi, I’m Kristine, I’m 23 weeks, and I’m having a girl. My pit of the week was I barely slept this weekend. My peak of the week is that I’m here.” I thought this was a great way to start the class because it gave us all a chance to appreciate pregnancy. The other girls shared their stories and then the class began.
Touching my toes has always been a feat, but when you are pregnant, forget about it. Every time the instructor asked us to bend over, I was scared I was crushing the baby. She let us know that this is not the case. I also keep forgetting that my belly is way bigger than the baby (today, my app says it is the size of a cauliflower) and there is some extra cushion for her. I went at my own pace and quickly learned that, surprise, surprise, I am still not flexible. But after 45 minutes of stretching this way and that, I felt good. The class was relaxing.
I now have a couple of more classes under my belt and I’m surprised how much I actually enjoy going to class. Even though it is a much slower pace than I am used to, it is exactly what I need at this point in my life. I have taken classes at both studios and the instructors have been nothing short of fantastic. Every class is different, which I love, and I know all this stretching is beneficial for me and my little girl.
Just because you are pregnant, doesn’t give you a free pass to be a lard ass. I have learned that I have to be just as mindful of my body and mind now than before. Although I may not work up a sweat, I am working on my fitness at a different level.
And when the day comes when I’m set to deliver my baby girl, I will try to remember what I learned at prenatal yoga and try to stay calm and collected. Or I will become a raging lunatic. It’s a coin toss.
*I take prenatal yoga at Breathe N Flow Yoga. They have two studios: Freeport, NY and Oceanside, NY on Long Island. If you are pregnant and live in the area, I highly suggest either studio! They are friendly, personable and they have great rates for mommy’s to be!*