In a concerted effort to get out and about in and around N16, baby LJ and I ventured to post-natal pilates at Yoga Home.
It is a great class where the babies lie on mats next to their Mummies, as they attempt to re-gain pre-pregnancy bodies. It felt really good, to gently work muscles that haven't been worked in over a year.
Baby LJ looked bemused as the instructors voice grew louder over the chatter, squeals and cries that emit from a room full of babies. He occupied himself for probably half the class and then found himself staring up at me from beneath my down dog! During the pelvic floor exercises, I found the irony inescapable as a knowing smile crept across his face! "Yes you are right, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be doing these" I think to myself. Clench one, two, three and hold one, two three...release!
As we broke off from the exercises, for an urgent feed, I realised that in my hurry to make the class, I had forgotten the muslins and as breast milk sprayed onto Baby LJ's face, what seems funny at home, feels hideously embarrassing and stressful in public, next week we'll pick a spot in the back row....but we are going back!
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