Ummm, it’s August??
I’m not sure how that happened, but we’ve officially hit Baby Month. (Cue panic!!) I’ve been talking big talk about being ready for the past several weeks/months, but now that we’re only 3 weeks away…maaaybe I’m ok with baby taking his time.
Then again, I’m never really sure what “ready” means. When people ask me if I’m ready, are they asking if I have a crib and clothes, or if I’m emotionally ready? (In which case—is anyone ever REALLY ready for this level of change?)
Anyway. Last night’s prenatal yoga event was awesome!
One great thing about meeting a bunch of pregnant ladies in a park: they’re not very hard to find.
The weather was perfect, we had a nice sized group, and no one went into labor mid-class!
There were a couple minor glitches, like:
–A miscommunication with the yoga instructor about our meeting spot (totally my bad) that resulted in us starting 15 minutes late.
–Crazy, swarming gnats! (When she asked us to “notice our surroundings,” my brain just went “GNATS GNATS GNATS!”)
–The fruit that I’d brought for the post-class party, which ended up being COVERED in fruit flies. (The grocery store is getting a visit from me soon about that.)
But other than those details, I couldn’t have asked for a better event.
The flow was perfect for preggos and felt fabulous, and the activewear store where we held the post-class party was even cuter than I thought. The owners went above and beyond: setting out apple/orange water for us, arranging chairs for my talk on prenatal fitness, and even running out to buy new fruit when they discovered the fruit fly situation.
They also hosted a fabulous giveaway, handing out gift cards, headphones, headbands, shoelaces, etc., and we all got discount coupons to bring back post-pregnancy.
I rambled for a good 30 minutes about prenatal fitness, and after plenty of chatting and store browsing, we all hit the road around 9:30 (aka an hour later than we’d originally planned).
The best part: several of the girls asked if I’d be repeating my class and/or doing a postnatal fitness class!
So I guess they’re not too mad at me for all the squats I’ve made them do this summer.
By the end of the night, I was too exhausted to do anything but collapse into bed.
…only the wake up at 3 AM and be unable to fall back asleep until close to 5. What gives?? (It’s ok—Pinterest kept me company. Check out my freshly-updated-at-4-AM Paleo Eats board!)
A couple days ago, Ashley blogged about battling perfectionism, and I couldn’t have related more. Our last official prenatal class (prior to the yoga event, which was supposed to be like a last hurrah party) was supposed to happen this past Tuesday from 7-8 PM. But it didn’t.
I had our workout all ready to go, complete with weights I’d borrowed from friends for everyone to use, and the weather was fine all day…until 6:55 PM, when it started DOWNPOURING. By that time, everyone had arrived for our (OUTDOOR) class, and I super belatedly noticed a big patch of ugly on the radar.
We tried to wait it out, but the rain was still going strong at 7:10, so I reluctantly canceled.
Then, on my way home: clear, blue skies, and not a drop of rain the rest of the night.
I felt beyond bad. Not only was this the second time we’d have to reschedule this class, but one of the girls had brought her husband and daughter (from clear across town) to play in the park while we worked out. AND she was also the girl who’s getting induced this weekend and won’t be able to make any rescheduled date we pick.
I knew my reaction was a little ridiculous—who can predict rain?—but it just ate me up all night. Why wasn’t I watching the weather, so I could have canceled before everyone did all that driving for nothing? Or, even better, I could have reserved studio space. Now, everybody’s irritated, they’re probably home complaining to their husbands right now, the one girl feels cheated out of a class she’ll never get, yadda yadda…
So dumb, right? But that’s perfectionism for you—it’s hard to let go of things, even stupid little things.
Anyway, thanks Ashley, for sharing your story and opening up the conversation! You couldn’t be less alone.
In other news: today was Mason’s and my first Mom and Son Date Day, aka “let’s spend as much time together as possible before there are two of you.” I tried to make it count with a trip to the zoo.
I was reeeaally hoping he would have conquered his fear of the carousel by now, but nope. He was all about watching those animals go around in a circle, but try to put him on a giraffe’s back and you’ll hear the kind of scream that’s reserved for only the worst kinds of torture (things like baths and diaper changes).
Somehow, though, the train ride was no sweat.
I promise he was way happier than he looks.
The horrific condition my hair’s in, though—that’s real.
On the agenda for this weekend: grilling out with friends, tackling some freelance work, and possibly doing some more baby prep (I have a dresser I’m thinking about painting—still deciding whether I’m qualified for the task).
Since I didn’t get around to sharing my 36 week update this week, you’ll have to come back for it next week! I also have an awesome workout playlist compiled from my prenatal classes to share.
Have a great weekend!
Do you struggle with perfectionism, to the point of irrationality?
What do people mean when they ask if you’re “ready” for baby?
What are you up to this weekend?