I started going to yoga class when I was pregnant with my Sweet Baboo. A good friend of mine, a woman I fondly refer to as “Doc,” paid for my first class because I kept coming up with excuses not to go.
Yoga was great for me and great for baby. It was great having an hour and a half to myself every week. Work was boring for me, and thus, stressful. Being pregnant was great fun, but it takes a lot out of a girl. Yoga kept me by body in shape and kept my mind at peace.
After Baboo was born, I took some time off of yoga to heal and to bond with baby. After a few weeks, I was back at it. Now, at 7 and a half-ish months postpartum, I’m going to between 2 and 3 classes each week. My Tuesday and Saturday classes are with the same amazing women who taught my prenatal class.
Writing must be put on hold… life as a mom calls.
