I mentioned on FB the other day that I was interested in finding a prenatal yoga class to go to. My sweet mom noticed and bought me a DVD she found.
My prior experience in yoga is this: in college, my roommates and I thought it would be cool to take a yoga class together. Our intentions were more motivated than our reality. The class was at 7am. A 7am class is early when all you have to do is sit in a desk. When you actually have to do physical things, it nearly impossible. Two weeks into the semester we decided that we'd just switch off going, so only one of us had to be there at a time and catch the others up (we may or may not have marked the roll for the others...I never claimed to be ethical and my friends will remain nameless in this story). Needless to say, I didn't get much out of the class.
So I've wanted to expand my mind and body and try again. I've been about as active as a rock gathering moss during this pregnancy so I thought yoga would be a nice gentle way to ease back into activity and feel better.
I cleared the floor and put in my DVD this morning. I lasted 20 of the 50 minutes. It was hard. I had to use a chair like they suggest for girls in their 3rd trimester.
It didn't help that Olivia was trying to hang off my arms the whole time like a monkey.
And that after she finally went to play with her toys, she looked over at me twice and pointed and laughed.
At that point I was too embarrassed to do the pelvic rolls, even in my own home
and by the time they brought up the 'kegel' session (!!), I had left the room.
Better luck next time McCall.