As a woman who recently had a baby, the past year was full of completely new experiences, some great, some not so much. One of the most wonderful things about pregnancy, though, was prenatal yoga. I have been practicing yoga for years, and wasn’t about to stop for 9 months just because I happened to be gestating a (potential) human being.
The yoga studio I frequent is located in a busy, hipster-y part of town so the classes are typically jammed-packed. Like mat-to-mat, staggering your standing postures packed. Oh, and its hot yoga. So you basically spend 1 ½ hours sweating next to strangers. As horrific as that sounds, its actually pretty great. So when I found out I was expecting, I was sad to have to hang up my mat (since hot yoga and preggos do not mix) or find a new studio.