Ok. So, I know that the birth was only 3 months ago, but I am an ashtangi – and it is my god-given right as an ashtanga practitioner to talk about the downward trajectory of my practice. All the time.
There are good reasons not to practice before 6 weeks, but the A-type in me thought I would do some standing and a few seated postures. Because of the c-section my bandhas were AWOL and I tore up both hamstrings. I was sort-of hoping that it wouldn’t be too bad and they would heal. But they don’t really seem to be healing and I am limping through my primary with a hunchback, barely touching my toes. Le sigh. And, of course, because I practice ashtanga I have zero patience for the process and I think that the rest of my life I’m going to be wincing in pain every time I fold forward.
David gave me pasasana to mark three months last week. Twists used to be my specialty, but I’m finding it hard to find my wrists and usually end up clutching desperately on with my sweaty fingers. I am placeholding on my mat. But then doing yoga to get better at yoga is dumbass. At least that is what David tells me all the time (except he doesn’t say dumbass).
My body has roughly taken on my pre-pregnancy shape. Clothes fit – just a little differently. My body is organized for breastfeeding not jumping around like a crazy lady in and out of poses. There is a softness. I have wrinkles on my belly and some pretty funny muffin-top. Wrinkly belly muffin-top! Honestly, this whole giving birth thing is a lesson in humility. As if being covered in baby drool and poo and having to whip out my boob in public weren’t enough to contend with – there is also wrinkly belly muffin-top. Pregnancy might be beautiful (although I would argue it is more funny and adorable then beautiful) but motherhood certainly isn’t.
But then, having a baby to eliminate muffin-top is dumbass.
Oh dear blog readers, there are some incredible opportunities for learning in this entry.
Speaking of my blog. I was going through some stats to see if I could stalk y’all and I found the number one google search that led people to this blog was a picture of a remora from this illustrious entry. I realize there are a bunch of frustrated grade three students trying to complete their Ocean Animal reports out there – but I’ve decided not to care. Henceforth, I’m blogging only about remoras. Remora remora remora. Google that suckas! Here is a snap of the cutest remora in history.
OK. OK. Here is one for your grade three research report.