- I taught my last yoga class yesterday before the baby is born. It was weird, bittersweet, and a relief all at the same time. The bigger I've gotten, the less fun it is to teach by a thousand percent. I can walk around and not do yoga while I teach, but I often have first-time students in my classes and much prefer modelling the class as I'm teaching it. But, that was getting uncomfortable and early mornings were so tiring on the days after I didn't sleep well, so it was time. No I have to figure out SOMETHING to do between now and baby's b-day since it's probably ill-advised to have a completely sedentary final week of pregnancy. Probably.
- The picture above was taken by my bff Heather with a host of other maternity pics that we did last weekend for fun. More on those coming up, but after not knowing if I wanted/cared to have preggo pictures, I'm SO glad we had her shoot a few. That particular picture was her testing the light we were working with, and I keep looking at it like "ugh my stance could have been wider, DROP YOUR HIP WOMAN," but so be it. It's me.
- One major thing we're missing from the massive compilation of baby stuff we have is a carrier for when the baby is bigger. We have a moby wrap that I think we'll use a ton, but what's your experience with baby bjorn vs. ergo baby, etc? How old is a good age for babies to start enjoying those?
- My Facebook feed has absolutely been inundated with really hateful people discussing why Syrian refugees shouldn't be allowed into our country, and maybe equally hateful people who are all YES THEY SHOULD BE NICE TO HUMANS. I fall squarely in the second group, and the sheer volume of people who have no sympathy for these poor people is something that has been bumming me out a LOT over the past few days. There are all the standard arguments, of course "you're pro life but not pro-Syrian child?" "Jesus was an effing refugee!" "Anne Frank was a refugee denied entrance to the US!" but mainly it just kills me that people who are Christian act in a way that is so profoundly un-Christ-like. Plus, in the 14 years since 9/11 THREE people in the US who were refugees have been found of maybe having conspiracy to commit terrorist acts. 3. Maybe. It makes me especially sad because some of these hateful people seem to think they want to help raise my child, and I know kids have to learn hard things like the rest of us, but UGH "yes, they go to a church based on this guy who was, by all accounts, wonderful, but now they mainly want to harbor good stuff for themselves and live in fear of others. Also they don't like gay people. I'm not sure why." It's a bummer for sure, and I don't think there's anything to be done about it because any more than they're going to convince me that foreigners are all terrorists and gay people are going to hell, I'm not going to convince them that actually acting with fearless love might be the way to go. Fearless love is really hard, though, so I kind of get it.
- Jay's birthday is next Thursday, and since it'll be a holiday I have a whole day of fun things planned for him tomorrow. He know's he's busy all day but doesn't know what we're doing (it's not a huge deal, just some fun togetherness), and it's KILLING him because he is the guy that thinks of a present, comes home that afternoon, and is all "I THOUGHT OF A PRESENT FOR YOU BUT I DON'T KNOW IF YOU'LL LIKE IT CAN I TELL YOU?" which I adore and also I really love how frustrated it makes him when I manage to pull off any semblance of a surprise. He's the greatest.
Have a great weekend!