I went to my first prenatal yoga class yesterday. I bought a groupon for it about six weeks ago but hadn’t been yet. I blames that on my hatred for new things but realized yesterday at the class that I didn’t feel I deserve to be there. I didn’t think I was pregnant enough. I am 19 weeks pregnant. There were three other women in the class who were 19 weeks and one who was 18. No one made me feel uncomfortable and it was a really great experience. Plus, with three other women who are 19 weeks there I have found my opportunity to have my child live out The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.
It’s just really starting to hit me that I am pregnant. That’s absurd because I am getting pretty big but I feel it’s starting to be noticeable and exciting. Then it hit me that I am going to be someone’s mom and that really threw me for a loop. I told Lesley this and then later when we are at the thrift store and I bought some nice elastic waist maternity shorts for summer she laughed at me and said, “Wow, you really are about to be someone’s mom.”
So this is it. It’s real and I can just be pregnant and do things that pregnant women do, like go to yoga and buy super fancy belly lotion to combat the itches and demand Dairy Queen at all hours. And while I have only gained four pound thus far it seems my belly is accepting this too.