I took Bean for a yoga class this morning and it was glorious.
I love a bit of yoges at the best of times, but there is something quite magic that happens, when you are pregnant, during yoga where you feel a direct connection with your baby. I truly recommend it to every mama to be.
There were a few moments of wobbling (balance isn’t my strongest suit at the moment) and awkward fat mama stretching and lots of deep breathing . . . all of which I was in desperate need of.
I left feeling amazing and refreshed, not to mention totally in love with my chubby pregnant body
What an awesome way to spend a Sunday morning with my little Bean. There will definitely be more yoga in my immediate future