My first pregnancy Yoga class
I have never really bought into Yoga. It's the tree hugging element that I just cannot get my head around. The 'now centre yourself' nonsense, the umming and the sleeping. If I wanted to pay £9 to sleep I'd pay my husband so I could then wake and re-spend it. No, I have always enjoyed exercise that is fast paced, sweaty and makes your body burn.
That being said since falling pregnant I have had to completely rethink exercise. The first 3 months were a write off as I only managed to walk to the loo or fridge (read more here) so by month 4 I decided it was time to try something new. So along with hitting the pool, I reluctantly enrolled in Pregnancy Yoga at Inhale Yoga.
On the night of my first class I made a curry, bolted it and then headed out. (Yes, I regretted the curry, no I'm still unsure why I thought this was a good idea.) Anyway, I walked up the stairs and nodded at anyone I saw as a hello gesture. Most women were in twos, or small groups chatting, I felt like I'd just walked in to a classroom circa 1992. It was a little daunting. However unlike 1992 there was something that connected us all, we were all pregnant. That being said unlike children, pregnancy doesn't provide you with immediate interaction. It does however provide you with something rather awkward and personal to discuss with strangers. 'So how far along are you' 'Whats the sex' 'Whats your birthing plan' I've quickly learnt 'Just get the bugger out' is not the right answer for the latter.
Anyway we all picked a mat and after a few smiles and joint eye rolls as the instructor spoke the girl next to me said hello. I'd made my first friend..cue my husbands later Inbetweeners imitation 'YOGA FRRIENNDDD' But I was excited. You see the main reason for going to Yoga other than to try and limit the weight gain having a rugby players baby will guarantee, was to make some pregnant mum friends in our new town and this hello meant that it had potentially worked. So we chatted and fake laughed at a few common pregnancy gags, realised we were due within 2 days of each other at the same hospital and then delved into a fairly pain free yoga session.
Ok, so the last 10 minutes of 'sleep' I could have done with out and no, I didn't leave in a broken sweat having worked off the curry but I had spent a few hours of my evening away from the box sets, stretched my body out, had some me time and most importantly I had met some 'YOGA FRRRIEENNDDS'. Well worth the reluctant effort.