I've also haven't been able to make it through a day without laying down...so I've been sleeping while my daughter naps instead of blogging. It hasn't been an optional thing and I've accepted it.
It was still a lovely class--very relaxing and peaceful and I'll go again. Part way through the class the teacher mentioned that it's common to feel guilty about taking time for yourself but that we can take better care of others when we take care of ourselves. I know this. I've heard it a thousand times. But it made me teary when she said it. That was exactly how I was feeling yesterday. I questioned going to the class, questioned spending the money, using the gas, leaving my family at home on one of our only days together this week...I almost didn't go. But I was glad I did. Even though I was the only pregnant woman there it was wonderful to have time to myself with my baby and to relax.
When I was pregnant with L. there was an amazing prenatal yoga class in our town. The instructor was a doula as well as a yoga teacher and the class was incredible. It totally changed my life and experience of my pregnancy. I met other pregnant women who became some of my closest friends. It was part yoga class, part pregnancy support group. I don't expect the prenatal/gentle yoga class here to morph into such a class but perhaps if I ask around at La Leche League I'll find some other pregnant ladies who want to join me for yoga. I've also found an actual pregnancy support group run by one of the two midwives in town and I'm going to attend that group next week. I'm looking forward to it.
And, yes, I skipped a photo of week 12. It just wasn't worth posting. I know it seems silly that a picture of my mid-section could be that unflattering but...just trust me on this one. It wasn't worth posting.