I don't know if it was more traumatizing for me to realize I can barely bend over anymore, or for my son who had to see my fat ass up in the air?! Regardless, I pushed a little further each time. Then came for the floor poses that required a few lunges and table poses. Ok. Not my finer moment, but I got through it.
My son was whimpering a little in between my poses and eventually I had to get creative. That's right! I stood lunged with my right knee bent and my left leg extended to the back. And with that left leg, I rocked the bassinet with my foot!
Honestly, I think I should be inventing some type of yoga fitness routine that incorporates children and keeping them quiet. My mothering and yoga skilled were just taken to a whole new level. The whole time I was thinking, "Hey, I wonder if I can grab my camera to take a shot of this for The Get Fit Mom"? There I go again, multi-tasking like it's my job! Yoga poses, caring for baby, watching the next sequence on the yoga slides, already utilizing my hands to brace myself, and now taking a picture?!
Seriously? Where are my freaking priorities?
I'm thinking I am going to need to figure out a more structured and conceivable time to exercise. Or I can do as the rich and famous do and hire a nanny and a personal trainer.
Yea, but it wouldn't be the same to see someone else fight with my yoga bag...