This week I went back to yoga. I was really looking forward to seeing all the girls from class! It was great to catch up with them (and see how big their bellies have gotten) and they were all excited to hear how everything went with labor, delivery and the weeks following delivery. I don't think they could fully understand or believe me when I told them how natural and calm Farid and George were/are when it comes to babies and parenting! Lol! I know it's hard to believe, people...but it's true!!! :-)
It felt great to get a nice stretch and workout. I was surprised at how much easier it is to get into, out of, and hold poses when you don't have a basketball attached to your mid-section! :) To be able to actually touch the floor again in a forward fold felt fantastic!
However...I had some moments...here and there...where I felt sad.
I miss the big pregnant belly! I felt a little jealous seeing all those girls with their beautiful bellies! I miss feeling the life inside of me! At the end of class, when it came time to focus our energy on the babies, I could distinctly remember how I would gather up all sorts of love and send it to Gustavo and Milena while they were growing inside me. This time, there were no babies inside to send that love to. :-(
So what was I supposed to do, except the obvious:
This time, I gathered up the love and sent it all the way to New York.