Guilty Yoga

There's no baby news to report. I had another doctor appointment yesterday and things are about the same as they were two weeks ago. If the journey of being born is like crossing a street, then Baby Beer took a look at the other side of the street, said, "Hey, what's over there," took one step off the sidewalk, said "Nope, too scary," and has spent the last few weeks with one foot in the street and one foot still rooted solidly on the sidewalk. The pre-labor contractions have also stopped for the most part, so she's doing her best to halt this early progress and hang out as long as possible.

My indecisive baby and I went to prenatal yoga again on Tuesday. Every time I go I swear it will be the last time, because yoga with a basketball-belly is just not that fun. However, about a month ago I made the idiotic move of purchasing a package of five classes, so after a few weeks of not attending I keep convincing myself to go again and use up the pre-paid classes.

The workout really wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't for all the darn forward folds. I've never been able to bend over and touch my toes, so these exercises were always going to be my nemesis. But these days I can hardly bend over to put socks on, much less bend over and "release my neck and shoulders like a rag doll, and walk my hands out on the floor in front of me like a V." It's more like "stand with your legs apart and slouch a little. Good, good." In addition to the poses being completely unachievable, they never fail to result in a swift kick in the ribs ("Hello, you're squishing me in here!") and heartburn. Who wouldn't question the decision to pay money for this?

The real kicker, though, is that I have no excuse for complaining. Why? Because every time I go to the class, there's someone there who is more pregnant than I am. At the class on Tuesday, there was a girl who was one day past her due date. 40+ weeks and still doing forward folds with a smile. Damn these women!

I've got one pre-paid class left. The guilt wasn't enough to convince me to go yesterday. There's another class tomorrow morning, but I highly doubt that will happen. Maybe Tuesday. Maybe.