That's right, remember when I wrote all about how much I was craving vegetables and how if I ever smelled fried chicken again I would vomit (well, in more words or less...)??? Turns out, when I wrote that recap from Michigan I was just 6 weeks weeks prego in my ego. ;)
Danny and I are now between our 10 - 11 week, which means yes, I'm in my last month of the first trimester and hopefully my strength will return soon because as amazing as this miracle of life is in my uterus... It's like kryptonite... seriously, sucking out my energy!
And I just started my yoga teacher training on Monday, which equates to about 9 and a half hours a day of yoga (asana=posture, pranayama=breathing, anatomy, history of yoga, and meditation=trying to quite the mind, ick, but not being very successful and basically just having my legs fall asleep while I sit and wonder HOW MUCH LONGER IN THESE 15 MINUTES OF TORTURE?!?!?!) Oh and did I mention in 9.5 hours 6 times a week? (When do I sleep? More importantly, when do I eat? More importantly... when do I find time to pee because in the immortal words of Juno (paraphrased of course)... this whole bit "makes me pee like Seasbiscuit." )
But let's not forget about how happy I am about this.
We weren't "trying." And my doctor reminded me that "you don't have as many eggs at 30 as you did in your youth." OUCH! Plus, it took both my sisters a bit of time to get preggers on their first one... but apparently whatever divine sea monkey in currently inside of me was in a great hurry to get down here... so we said good bye to birth control (thinking my body could try to "normalize" it's own hormone levels)... and two weeks later .... well, you know how it works, eh? I like to think it happened during a two week orgy of tantric delight ... where Danny escaped to work/school for recovery from his buxom sexual goddess who waited to devour him at home.... yeah, I like to think of it like that. But neither of us can really pinpoint what was actually taking place the last couple of weeks in April. ;)
So I need to sign off (most of you are probably thinking the same thing after that graphic pictorial...) but I've got yoga a-go-go tomorrow from 8am-5pm and then from 7pm - 10pm so it promises to be a long day.
Though I am glad to be having lots of opportunities for exercise while this little miracle resides inside of me... even if I lack my normal chutzpah (sp?).
Oh, and I can't wait to blog about our first OB appointment... friggin' hilarious. The doctor kept playing us Led Zeppelin and told me after I asked about non-traditional birthing methods: "I don't care if you want to give birth in the shower as long as you don't mind washing my back."
Anyway, as far as yoga... what have I gotten myself into?
It's great, fantastic and freaking draining as all get out. But my class is totally supportive, and the yoga studio owner is totally militant about inversions (no headstands or handstands) and full backbending (just say good bye to "wheel") and anything that basically puts pressure on my uterus is off-limits... (is there another post on the internet with more mentions of the word uterus? I certainly hope not... what a weird word.)