Except for a little more squish in my midsection and the disappearance of my derriere — a phenomenon known as “mum bum” — the look of my body has returned to its pre-pregnancy state. At least when it’s covered in clothes that… still… mostly… sort of fit.
Cheers for elastic waists!
If you were to see me without a shirt, however, you’d see some remaining marks of pregnancy: The slowly fading stretch marks across the front and sides of my stomach and the super slowly fading linea nigra — the line that some women get from naval to pubic bone during pregnancy. Lucky me, my line started at my rib cage.
And it’s crooked to boot.
Regardless, my body is at its new normal, fully recovered from the C-section with a few scars. Since I’m not pregnant anymore, my body is also yoga-ready!
Yoga is like riding a bike. You don’t forget the postures; it’s easy to fall back into the flows.
I expected — and encountered — stiffness, tightness, shakiness. My back doesn’t bend the way it used to. My hamstrings are tightly wound cords. My balance… well, there’s another carryover from pregnancy, but my body still knows what to do.
What I didn’t expect was the awkwardness of my fingers and toes.
When before my toes could hug the mat, gripping it for stabilization and strength, now it’s as if they’re stuck in glue. In yoga, you’re supposed to be able to move through space while grounded — wiggly toes required. When before my fingers could bear the weight of my body in Upward Dog, now they bend and break from the slightest weight of a high Cobra.
It’s amazing what falls apart when you stop practicing.
Instead of going straight back to power yoga, which might kill me, I’ve been doing short flows I collected online while I was pregnant.
A yoga flow by Jennifer Partridge for Thrive Market to banish bloat and improve digestion, which was simple and short…
A “Tone Your Asana” yoga flow for legs and butt by Emily-Clare Hill for Gokker, which was not simple but was short enough that I didn’t die…
…and my new favorite — a metabolism-boosting flow that’s all about balance (and is the flow during which I discovered how weird my toes got).
It feels good to have long legs again, even if they shorten up an hour later. Oh, well. Practice makes perfect.
Hopefully, I’ll be able to go back to my favorite ever power yoga class at the YMCA soon, but I’m not ready to leave my son in the Drop-In Kid Zone while I go to class.
Maybe it’s because he’s my first baby — and my only baby, no one get excited — or maybe it’s because he’s only three months old *sob*, but I am terrified to leave him with anyone other than family.
Even if only for an hour.
My friends tell me this will pass, and I’ll want to hand him off to the nearest janitor for five minutes’ peace.
Until then, I’ll stay home to do my workouts, and so will Henry.
We do baby yoga all the time :)