This morning my yoga teacher cried at the beginning of our class. Yoga is about being present with whatever happens. So we were all cool with it. Even though it has never happened before.
She was being present with her feelings about her five-year-old starting kindergarten. It’s a transition, she said. You all are going through transitions too, so you can understand.
And then we went around the circle as we usually do, giving our name, due date, and the nature of any current aches and pains. The last woman who spoke thanked our teacher for creating a safe space for her to have her feelings, as over the weekend, she’d lost a friend to suicide….
It hurts more, she said, being pregnant — and realizing that someone had carried him, mothered him.
“How will I prepare my child to deal with the pain of being in the world?” she asked.
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This afternoon I got my legs waxed. The woman who waxes my legs is so gorgeous, I try not to stare. We chat as she makes her way around my lower half with hot goo and gauze strips. We talk about how much weight Selma Hayek has gained in her pregnancy (too much).
The woman advises me to make an appointment two weeks before my due date for a special pre-birth bikini wax. She says it’s good to take some off the area across the top, because if the OB has to do an emergency Cesarean, someone’ll be coming at me at high speed with a single-blade Bic. And then I’ll have stubble growing back in my incision the next day.
Ummm… Ouch?
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The added benefit to pre-birth bikini wax is that its like a practice run for your breathing exercises!