So tired this week that I haven't been to the usual bodypump/weight classes, and I postponed an active job that was on today too. I also have pre natal yoga this evening (well, normal yoga class but the instructor is awesome and tailors it to you, calling out various adaptations to those in the class who are pregnant) but currently not even sure I will get there. Hmmm.... Time will tell hey.
I was excited to be back at yoga last week. It had been a very long time, albeit one session of beach yoga in Bali in April, and I've been meaning to add it back into my schedule for a while now, if only for the relaxation bit at the end (my favourite part of the class). Since coming back to Oz early last year, I have struggled to make yoga a regular thing like it was in Vietnam and China, different lifestyle here I suppose, but it shouldn't have to be..... I was incredibly lucky enough in Inner Mongolia, China, to have free daily yoga classes run by the 3rd and 4th year students at the university I was teaching at. I reckon I had just about worked out the Chinese for 'inhale' and 'exhale' by the end of my year there. I was even getting up and trudging there in the dark, through snow, in -35 degree winter mornings. Somehow, I can't see myself doing the same here, even under much warmer conditions. But hey, I've made a start: I've been back for one class, and I intend to go to as many as I can in the next 10 ish weeks or so before my little man or lady arrives, seeing as running is getting harder and harder, and even cycling has me puffing a lot more than before (which has felt fine up until now).
Hmmm, and on that note of post-Vietnam life/my re-entry to Oz, since coming back to live in the best city in the world (Newcastle!) I have explored a number of different professional adventures (I just love learning it seems), including being: a full-time uni student, a bicycle taxi/pedicab driver, a cleaner, a telephone banker, a behavioural therapist for kids, an English teacher for kids, a support worker/healthy change coach, to name a few, as well as novelist and running the nutrition business. It struck me that all of these jobs/past-times could have been prepping me and getting me ready in some way for the massive career change of motherhood?! I'm sure all will prove useful, yup, even the telephone banking gig: i.e. having angry people screaming down the phone at me I'm sure was good prep for a screaming, inconsolable baby, yes? Hmmm, now all I need is a quick job in childcare/babysitting, and maybe a few nappy-changing tutorials, and then I'll be set, right. Right??? Again, time will tell I suppose.....
Apart from this fatigue, I am absolutely LOVING being pregnant. There is nothing better than feeling those powerful kicks from Cleatus (the foetus), and I'll take that over running or a paid career any day. Hmmm, if only I could remain at this phase of pregnancy.....
Sending love from Newy xx :)