Yoga for the Faint at Heart

I went to yoga last night for the first time since knowing I was pregnant, and it was hialrious. The teacher there was the person I was dreading it would be. He is the kind of guy that gets through his set in the first 20 minutes because he is going so fast that he has to ad lib the rest of the class...meanwhile we are all gasping to keep up.

He is this flamboyant, yet serious guy, who is very stoic until we all get something that is rather challenging, then a high pitched "Oh my gosh, you all did it! Yay!" It cracked me up. What also cracked me up was modifying all my moves to not:

• lay on my back
• lay on my front
• put pressure on my abdomen
• twist too hard
• over extend any muscles

The friend who went with me got a laugh or two out of my attempts to do simplified (aka: wimpy) moves. Apparently there is a pregnancy hormone that acts as a muscle relaxer, and so pulling muscles can happen without mw even knowing. Sigh. Oh well. It was fun to get out of the house.