Friday, August 6, 2010

This time around....

So I've never been one to comment on the energy in the room, a women's aura or hell even make a positive comment about a group of women.  Really not a big fan of large groups of women.  Which is why it took alot of positive 'you can do it' talk in my head to make the trek to the 'Motherhood Center'.  ooooo..even at the name, I shudder.  So it was what 10 years ago when I was expecting Collin, I was 18 and naturally everyone else expecting was late twenties early thirties at least.  And upon my arrival into baby classes, maternity stores and kiddo boutiques groups of women would stop look at me and the 'nice' one in the bunch would say, 'are you pregnant? are you old enough to be pregnant?' To which my answer was always well, no..but kind of...I mean, are you asking about technicalities because in that case yes but no if you mean that I must have just graduated high school.  It was never a good conversation.  I began to avoid any situation which involved a pack of women.  Until now.  I had to get off the couch, I had to get some exercise, so I googled 'pregnancy fitness' and up popped the motherhood center.  I googled again, I binged, yahood, but nothing else fit the bill like the motherhood center, so off I went.  Snuck in the back, quietly sat down on my rented mat and waited for the 'nice' one in the bunch to make comment.  Nothing happened.  No turn of the head, no hienna laughing, no stupid questions.  Then I noticed, wait, they're all...my age!  And was that a smile I just got from the corner of the room? 

Not only was I pleased of what was not present, (comments, snobishness, ladies with 'plans'), I was pleased with what was present.  There is something beautiful and peaceful about a yoga class full of women who are expecting.  We've all put aside for an hour or so our aches and pains to just be present, breathe and take care of a our bodies and therefor the life that is growing inside.  We all look ridiculous, falling over, unable to keep balanced, but our egos are put aside.  No one is concerned if they look fat or their feet are swollen to abnormal sizes, in fact we're all proud of our changing figures and there's a sense of unity between all of us.  Nothing is being said in the class, it's just an energy that I feel in the room, that leaves me feeling stronger.  I guess that's the power of a group of women coming together without judgements without egos.  I'll keep going back and who knows, maybe even make a friend amongst the group.  But I know one thing, I'm looking for the girl that looks 'too young to be pregnant' and when she enters that room, I'll make sure she feels the same unity among the pack that I do now.  Full circle my friends.