Banned from yoga

Guy decided that I should not return to my yoga class until after the baby is born. I protested until he reminded me that I had tripped over the same dog bowl three times in less than five minutes.

And he reminded me that I have to pull up onto the bed with help from him or one of the four posts.

And then he reminded me of the 12 pencils that he picked up off of the floor when he cleaned up the music studio last week. Because I dropped them and just left them there. Because it was easier than bending over to pick them up.

I suppose he has a point or two.

Nama-stay in the other class

A new class. No more of my favorite Martha Stewart impersonating yoga instructor.

This morning was my first prenatal yoga class. I knew that it wouldn't be quite as demanding as my other class, but I didn't know how incredibly right I was.

We got in some good wrist stretches.

And mountain pose. A little tree pose if you felt like it.

And Savasana.

Don't get me wrong. I love me some Savasana. Usually though, it's nice to have broken a sweat before you get there.

I think I'm going to just have to go to both classes. I can't seem to give up my other one.

But hey. Did you notice how much better my typing is now that I've had a good wrist workout?