Yesterday was prenatal yoga training day- Todd and I drove up to NYC at 6am. He dropped me off at 36th and Madison and went out for an hour run in Central Park just in time for me to find out that I was at the wrong New York Sports Club (NYSC.) Awesome.
I ran seven blocks to the NYSC in Grand Central Station and sat through 8 hours of training. It was a really fun day- I was already aware of many of the modifications from the Level 1 training. We had a class at the beginning of the training and everyone had to "get pregnant" by putting a pillow or various other props under their shirt. Thank goodness I didn't have to pretend. The male teacher and the other male in the class played along too. It was neat.
At the beginning of class Josh the instructor dimmed the lights and had each of us put one hand on our heart and one on our belly to connect with our baby.
I remember in college when I was the ice queen. I didn't get emotional in 2001 when 9/11 survivors were on Oprah. I used to not know how to deal with various other emotional situations and would either avoid them completely or look at the floor. Things began to change as the years went by- I cried at the lyrics of a song while Todd and I were trying to choose a perfect wedding song (we went with Queen's "Best Friend"...I'm not sure anyone else on the planet tears up when they hear Queen.) I cried when I said my vows but...I did not cry when I found out I was pregnant.
It's all been a surreal experience so far- like it's still not happening to us yet. No morning sickness, no aversions, no real cravings for anything other than for food in general...seeing the baby on the ultra sound screen didn't even seal the deal for me 100%. I'm starting to feel what might be little Tae Bo session in my belly- but again, since I don't have a point of reference, I haven't been convinced...people constantly tell me, "I never would've known you were pregnant!" Yea. Me either. In fact, the other pregnant chick in my class was one week behind me...and she's already got a full-blown belly.
I sat with my hand on my heart feeling the solid, rhythmic beats and had the other hand on my belly that's starting to peek over the belt of my pants. Josh asked us to recognize the connection between mother and child with each breath. To think about the wonder of the human body- that our bodies are creating life- a person- and a love that otherwise we would never know.
I started to feel a tear drip from one eye...so I quickly wiped it away because it was so unexpectant...and I was in a room full of people. Then came another...and another... and finally, when I couldn't keep up with them I just let them run down my face. It was the first time this all felt real.
Todd and I have joked back and forth that I'm making a person but more in a "Can you go get me ice cream since I'm bearing your fruit" kind of a way. But man...
Reason #28 why I love Todd: I don't have to babysit him. He came with me to New York and he spent the day going for a run and walking around the city stopping in the NBA store to see if there was a Tshirt he'd been eyeing up and he swung by the movie theater to check out Fantastic Mr. Fox...I was so thankful that he came with me yesterday...I was comforted to know that when I came out of class, I'd be able to share with him the funny sight that I was crying in the middle of yoga class so I didn't feel alone.
After we returned from lunch, some of the other people in class (the non-pregs) asked Josh where he gets his little affirmations that he used "because they were so touching that I was tearing up."
Whew...I'm not messy alone.
I ran seven blocks to the NYSC in Grand Central Station and sat through 8 hours of training. It was a really fun day- I was already aware of many of the modifications from the Level 1 training. We had a class at the beginning of the training and everyone had to "get pregnant" by putting a pillow or various other props under their shirt. Thank goodness I didn't have to pretend. The male teacher and the other male in the class played along too. It was neat.
At the beginning of class Josh the instructor dimmed the lights and had each of us put one hand on our heart and one on our belly to connect with our baby.
I remember in college when I was the ice queen. I didn't get emotional in 2001 when 9/11 survivors were on Oprah. I used to not know how to deal with various other emotional situations and would either avoid them completely or look at the floor. Things began to change as the years went by- I cried at the lyrics of a song while Todd and I were trying to choose a perfect wedding song (we went with Queen's "Best Friend"...I'm not sure anyone else on the planet tears up when they hear Queen.) I cried when I said my vows but...I did not cry when I found out I was pregnant.
It's all been a surreal experience so far- like it's still not happening to us yet. No morning sickness, no aversions, no real cravings for anything other than for food in general...seeing the baby on the ultra sound screen didn't even seal the deal for me 100%. I'm starting to feel what might be little Tae Bo session in my belly- but again, since I don't have a point of reference, I haven't been convinced...people constantly tell me, "I never would've known you were pregnant!" Yea. Me either. In fact, the other pregnant chick in my class was one week behind me...and she's already got a full-blown belly.
I sat with my hand on my heart feeling the solid, rhythmic beats and had the other hand on my belly that's starting to peek over the belt of my pants. Josh asked us to recognize the connection between mother and child with each breath. To think about the wonder of the human body- that our bodies are creating life- a person- and a love that otherwise we would never know.
I started to feel a tear drip from one eye...so I quickly wiped it away because it was so unexpectant...and I was in a room full of people. Then came another...and another... and finally, when I couldn't keep up with them I just let them run down my face. It was the first time this all felt real.
Todd and I have joked back and forth that I'm making a person but more in a "Can you go get me ice cream since I'm bearing your fruit" kind of a way. But man...
Reason #28 why I love Todd: I don't have to babysit him. He came with me to New York and he spent the day going for a run and walking around the city stopping in the NBA store to see if there was a Tshirt he'd been eyeing up and he swung by the movie theater to check out Fantastic Mr. Fox...I was so thankful that he came with me yesterday...I was comforted to know that when I came out of class, I'd be able to share with him the funny sight that I was crying in the middle of yoga class so I didn't feel alone.
After we returned from lunch, some of the other people in class (the non-pregs) asked Josh where he gets his little affirmations that he used "because they were so touching that I was tearing up."
Whew...I'm not messy alone.
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I'm so happy for you guys. :)