I don’t know if it will fix my Whoofle-chewed pelvis, but I felt fantastic while in the studio yesterday, and I feel fantastic (although a tad sore) today. Strong. No, I didn’t walk through the yoga studio doors and transform into a graceful, light-on-my-feet butterfly. Still cumbersome & awkward, yes. But more in control of, or maybe at peace with, my body.
One other pregnant woman in the class – I thought she was at least a month behind me, but no, I learned afterward she’s further along by a month. Just, you know, smaller and cuter. I took a moment to envy her definitely-not-whaline figure, then decided to give myself a break and let it go. Remember, at peace with the body. I’m getting too old and pregnant for body issues. Let’s hold on to the fantastic.
Beth Hull 
So great you are doing yoga! I wish I had. Yes, hold on to the fantastic and enjoy every moment you possibly can (with delicious treats).
Mmm, delicious treats. Graham crackers & milk…with some large spoonfuls of chocolate sauce. Yep, PB, I’m enjoying those moments of fantastic!
I loved doing yoga – miss it so much! Where do you take classes? And what the heck is a Whoofle??
I went to the Bo Tree. Oh, did you miss the Whoofle post? http://bethhull.com/2012/01/04/the-whoofles-pl/