I would not call myself a yogi. While I love to exercise, I generally prefer cardiovascular activities that boost my heart rate and give me that exercise “high” I love. I’ve never been flexible and I spent many years thinking yoga was something limber people did to relax and unwind. I’m also not very “zen”. I grew up with a Buddhist father who meditated daily while I was often sitting in the next room fretting about something.
So when I was 20 weeks pregnant with my first baby six years ago and I could no longer comfortably bike or jog, I very begrudgingly (and at my father’s urging) decided to check out my local prenatal yoga class. I was a new transplant to Queens, NY at the time and had no friends in the area, so imagine my delight when I walked into the welcoming yoga studio to find a room full of pregnant women!
After one class I was hooked and I realized all the stereotypes I had about yoga were wrong.
Want to read the rest? Click on over to Parenting Starts Here at Isis Parenting to read about the rest of my prenatal yoga journey, including how I recently looked really special doing poses at 33 weeks pregnant. Yeah.
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