If it's not me...

I was at yoga this morning with my mom. I have mentioned it before, but I'll just say it again. NOTHING makes me happier than yoga with my mom. I learn to appreciate and love her in very new and special ways when we commune together with yoga.

Today it was time for an inversion at the end of class. My mom opted for the shoulder stand with the rest of the class, and I, as always, took my own route and opted for Legs up the Wall.

Legs up the Wall is a classic prenatal yoga pose. So while I partook in this asana today, I remembered pregnancy and how special my body feels when I am making a little person inside of me. I laughed to myself because this last pregnancy was physically horrible. So when I say my body felt special, I clearly don't mean physically. I mean my body feels special to me when I am pregnant. It feels beautiful and sensitive and productive and magical and balanced and perfect ... even through pain and sickness and aches and change.

I feel best about myself when I am pregnant.

I love it and hate it all at the same time, but I wouldn't change a thing. Love and hate? That is some important balance. Find the middle. And that is just one of the many things that yoga gives me. Balance and middle ground.

And so today I love being not pregnant, and I hate it. And so my world was balanced when found out today that one of the most special people in my life is having another baby.

Announcements to come, but for now, just know that I have found a piece of infertile balance. A piece of peace that will keep me on the edge of my seat until this little one is born.

Yay for XXXXXXX and her new angel baby to come. My excitement tears are never quite as big as yours, but I feel it just the same. I promise. Fingers crossed for a boy.