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I’ve been feeling the little kicks for some time now… nothing new. Lately, they’ve been a bit more intense, and at times, if I look down at just the right moment, I can actually SEE them. That’s a trip. Last night, I put Tay’s hand on my belly, and heard his breath catch at just the moment I felt a good strong one. “Was that one?” He asked, smiling, eyes wide. Yup.

I’m 18 weeks along, and all the baby books say that the husband won’t feel the baby for at least another 2 weeks. But I think I know the reasons behind our premature kicker. Anyone who knows Taylor knows that large, muscular legs run in his family. And anyone who knows me knows that I have abnormally large feet for my size. (To put this in perspective: I am 5’3″ and I wear the same size shoe as the lovely Julie, who is 6 ft tall. (did I get that right, Jules?)

There’s no escaping it, little one. You will have some strong and sturdy legs. And excellent balance.

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Thanks everyone for the name suggestions! I love the name Henry, but our good friends’ son is Henry, as is my best friend’s dog, so the name is already associated with two lively youngsters in our life (one furrier than the other). I have added a few of the suggestions to our list of possibilities. And don’t worry, Kiran! No Apples, Sundays, or Honors in this house, although I do love the name Levi (Matthew McConaughey’s son’s name)!

A note on my yoga practice… I can definitely feel the difference in my joints and ligaments with the added relaxin. The “stop” point is much less deep than it once was. Although my body tells me it could go deeper, the support just isn’t there. I have new “clunks” in the hips, which were already clunky to begin with. And coming back to standing up and dropping back after a brief hiatus away, there’s new fear and resistance, and I can’t help but wonder if the physical resistance stems from that fear. It certainly is nowhere near as comfortable as it once was. I’m not walking my hands in between each Urdvha Dhanurasana, so the first stand-up is duck-footed and awkward due to the wider stance of hands and feet. The front of my body already feels stretched and taut, even without the yoga, so that when I move into a backbend, it feels like my skin is stretched to the max. Shoulderstand hurts my neck a bit, I think because my center of gravity is changing. Some days I skip it. Urdvha Padmasana is a mess, also due to the large, heavy abdomen. Quite wobbly.

The rest of practice is what it is. I try not to put value judgments on anything. Maybe because of this, I’m enjoying my time on the mat.

Funny, I have this new thing called “cleavage,” and at the end of the day I almost always find crumbs in my bra. I’m on the go throughout the work day, so most of the time I eat lunch in my car, and crumbs that once fell in my lap now fall somewhere else…

I know, it’s a little early to think about names… but talk about a big decision! I mean, just consider how much a name can determine for a child. After all, Tay was almost named “Mountain.” I’m not sure I could have fallen in love with a man named Mountain.

We’ve got our girl options pegged and narrowed down to two choices, but boys’ names? Drawing a complete and total blank. And when one of us does think of a possibility, we can’t seem to agree on anything. I think part of the problem is that our last name ends in “-don”, and so many boys names end the same way… I love Shannon for a boy, but there’s that pesky “on” ending. Oh and alliteration. I’m not a big fan, so while I love names that start with C and K (Cameron, Kyle, Cory, Carson), our name starts with C so those are out as well. And then the other problem is that Tay apparently knows too many guys, because every time I come up with something, he says “no, that reminds me of so-and-so.”

I’ve been quilting like crazy, something about the precise measurement, cutting, and piecing together all of these beautiful fabrics really appeals to me. After trawling through fabric stores throughout San Luis Obispo County, San Francisco, and Scotts Valley, I finally came up with my final combination. And now that all of my blocks are pieced and I can see how it will come together, I’m so excited I can hardly wait to finish. I’m a little stuck now on some tricky measurements, but luckily I have quilting class tonight to get me back on track!

I’ve already started to gather fabrics for the next quilt. I bought two different sets of fabrics, one with primarily blues and greens and one with pinks, browns, and golden yellows. So before I complete my fabric selection, I’m waiting til the end of the month so I can know what I’m having. So exciting! It would be rather convenient to have a girl, as then I could use my “boy” fabrics to make a quilt for good friend A’s son… Ah yes. This is just like me to base my gender preferences on current fabric selection process.

The belly is starting to show, although I’m still in that realm of “pregnant or bloated.” This weekend we floated up the Salinas river (it flows north) with a bunch of folks, and I felt extremely self conscious in a bikini at first, until Tay pointed out that almost all the other women had larger bellies than I did… and they weren’t 4 months pregnant. Oops. I took a prenatal yoga class last night and one of the girls was just 2 weeks ahead of me. I couldn’t help but be envious of her buddha belly. Again, I’m faced with my impatience!

I was quite surprised that I actually enjoyed the prenatal class. I knew it would be much gentler than my normal ashtanga practice, and I also know that the instructor is very… cerebral… and shares a great deal of her knowledge during her classes. In the past, when I’ve taken vinyasa classes from her, I’ve had difficulty dropping in to my breath because of this, but yesterday was different. The instant camaraderie with the small group of women was nice, and the modified practice felt really good. I know I’ll continue with my ashtanga self-practice, but I’ll definitely do the prenatal thing once a week.

Tarot: Love

You are The Lovers

Motive, power, and action, arising from Inspiration and Impulse.

The Lovers represents intuition and inspiration. Very often a choice needs to be made.

Originally, this card was called just LOVE. And that’s actually more apt than "Lovers." Love follows in this sequence of growth and maturity. And, coming after the Emperor, who is about control, it is a radical change in perspective. LOVE is a force that makes you choose and decide for reasons you often can’t understand; it makes you surrender control to a higher power. And that is what this card is all about. Finding something or someone who is so much a part of yourself, so perfectly attuned to you and you to them, that you cannot, dare not resist. This card indicates that the you have or will come across a person, career, challenge or thing that you will fall in love with. You will know instinctively that you must have this, even if it means diverging from your chosen path. No matter the difficulties, without it you will never be complete.

What Tarot Card are You?
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I’m taking a sewing class this month, on Wednesday nights from 6:30-8:30. I had visions of working on an apron or something when I first signed up, but when the instructor started rattling off project ideas, and mentioned “quilt,” I jumped on it.

“A QUILT! YES! A QUILT WOULD BE PERFECT!!” I practically screamed it at the poor lady, and for the next hour or so, I trawled the shop for fabrics. I’m quite picky when it comes to textiles, so while I absolutely love my base fabric, I’m not quite as thrilled with some of the others I settled on. However, I will continue to shop this week at a few other fabric stores until I find the world’s most perfect mixture of gold, grey, blue, and cream. Sounds strange, right? Well, here’s my base fabric:

Gold Morning Glory from Amy Butler.

The pattern is fairly large, so that each flower is about 5 inches in diameter.

So since I’m not much of a pattern person, I pretty much want to use solids for the rest of the fabrics. But the quilt lady said I need some pattern for “pop” so I chose a few others. But now I don’t like them.

Sigh. This is SO difficult. And I haven’t even started sewing!




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I complained about these weird feelings in my stomach yesterday. With all the IBS and lactose intolerance, I figured I ate something that didn’t agree with me, but couldn’t think of what it could be. When I brought it up to a friend, she said, “How far along are you?”

“15 weeks tomorrow.”

“Could be the baby moving.”

Oh, right! So the sensations continue through the evening, into the night, and even now. So maybe that is what I’m feeling.

Practice Modifications

I wrote this a few days ago, but pressed the wrong button and didn’t publish it… Oopsie!

Fact of the day:
I’m moving all over the place now, but you may not feel me yet because I’m so small.

Right you are, little one. I still haven’t felt any movement down there although within the past two days, the belly has gone past the point of “slightly bloated” and moved into the realm of “preggers.” I’m hoping my recent online maternity order arrives soon.

One of my friends told me yesterday that I carry myself differently now, and that it was really sweet to see. She couldn’t elaborate much on that, but I suppose I could speculate that I may seem a little more serene or pensive.

After I finished writing yesterday, I practiced. I was tired of my own excuses. It was a brief practice, but it felt good to breathe and escape my thoughts for a while. I skipped the balancing standing poses and just practiced up to baddha konasana. Backbends and dropbacks have been feeling quite strange lately, as if there isn’t enough skin around my abdomen to allow the bend to take place. I don’t bother walking my hands in towards my ankles as that seems way out of my realm right now.

A word on modifications… I’ve been stepping back instead of jumping back, and I’m not as diligent about my jump-throughs, I just make sure I land softly. I leave my legs slightly apart in forward folds, and I don’t stretch 100% in any of the poses anymore. In Parivrittta Parsvakonasana, I rest my left hand on my right knee, and reach my right arm back to grab my left thigh. In Marichiasana C and D, I bind the same way as in A and B, and then twist to the opposite direction, as it feels incredibly uncomfortable to shove my knee into my belly when I attempt the correct pose. In Pasasana, I squat with my legs wider, and wrap around one knee, as per another pegnant ashtangi’s advice. I skip Shalabasana A through Parsva Dhanurasana. And I no longer reach ankles in Kapotasana. I don’t even try. I’m happy to grab the toes, and attempt to find some grace and softness in the pose and in my breath. And I feel that belly stretching.

I’ve been skipping Supta Vajrasana, but what’s new… I rarely attempt that pose at home anymore. I haven’t attempted Bakasana B in quite a long time, it just seems out of reach. Maybe I’ll try it one of these days, but I’ve just been repeating Bakasana A instead. I don’t have a problem with Bharadvajrasana, but haven’t quite figured out what to do about Ardha Matsyendrasana. Right now I just don’t twist very far into the pose or I just skip it when I’m feeling tender.

When I’m very tired, I skip a few vinyasas between sides.

If anyone else has any suggestions or experiences, please share! I found along the way that there are so many differing opinions on what is appropriate and what is not that I ended up forging my own way with my own levels of comfort.