Monday, October 29, 2007

3am, a Joe Louis and some yoga...

Pregnancy makes for strange nighttime activities.  

Ironically, it would appear the body starts to get prepared for the strange hours, convenience foods and getting used to watching ALOT of TV.

Last night I woke up wide awake at 3am, fixing for a dirty old Joe Louis pastry, and snapped on some late night tv.  Not much is on at 3am, although earlier in the day I had taped some yoga on the PVR thinking maybe it might be something gentle I could handle.

Not so much, at least not that kind of stand on your head yoga.  Although I was fascinated enough by how skinny everyone looked to me and the setting was sort of zen and soothing and the yoga lady's voice was relaxing.   Isnt' that really what yoga is supposed to do?  The breathing part I could handle. (in between bites of Joe Louis).  I was back to sleep in no time.

Namaste.

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

If I could float until December 26th I would...

I had my first prenatal aquafit class tonight.

One would think that the absolute last thing one would want to do when they are carting around a huge gut would be to don spandex and head for a public facility. But that's exactly what I did.

It was actually great.

First there is the locker room realization. Apparently I am not the only one who looks like this while pregnant. There are at least 15 other women, in this city, due around the same time as me who also have packed on a good 25lbs in the name of parenthood and are complaining about backaches and not sleeping, who have dirty bathrooms and husbands who moan about frozen dinners two nights in a row. Sing it sista!

Then there is the realization that although florescent lighting might add about 50lbs and highlight cellulite, water makes you feel like you lost 50 and covers up all the McDonalds you've been pigging out on.

The best part though is that five minutes after I was submerged and bobbing around to dance remixes of golden oldies, I realized I was pain and complaint free for the first time in over two weeks. It was reasonably gentle and relaxing and since everyone else is submerged to their necks, even if there was a superstar aerobics bunny who doesn't look pregnant from behind, you don't have to see her or keep up.

The worst part was getting out of the water and back to gravity.

From now on Tuesdays are going to be my favorite night of the week.