Today I went to my pregnancy yoga class. I've been doing this for a while and generally have really enjoyed it. This is just as well, because the original motive for going was to make some friends, which I have signally failed to do!! I think maybe the other girls can tell I'm not a genuine hippy. Perhaps I need to buy some hand woven hemp yoga pants.
Anyway, it's usually very Womaaan together and empowering. This morning was to be all about managing fear. Great, I thought - how positive and uplifting. Not so!!
After the usual bending and stretching we had to write down our fears about giving birth and then read them out. 'Good grief,' said J when I told him, 'that must have given everyone a whole load of new things to worry about that they hadn't even thought of!'. Too right! There were so many fears that we didn't even GET to mine - the class ran out of time after the first four people so my fears are still unmanaged and written down on a scrap of paper in my tracksuit bottoms!
Luckily the advice to all who did read out their fears was pretty similar so I'm sure it can help me too. It was to take all the drugs the hospital can give you. Just joking!!! It's yoga class remember - drugs are universally scorned and we must all hire aromatherapist doulas to help us through the birth. When I told J he said 'I will be your aromatherapist doula. I am very empathetic towards aromas'. So that's ok then.
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