August, 2007

I began taking a very popular prenatal yoga class in Los Angeles when I was 10 weeks pregnant. They’re definitely a chant-y, spiritual, almost voo-doo kind of bunch, but I love it and am now (35 weeks) addicted. When I was about 15 weeks pregnant, I attended a class that I will almost certainly never forget. The teacher was this gorgeous, tall, Croatian woman. She just exuded positivity and grace. She told us about her all natural home birthing experiences (By the way, when I think of “home births,” I picture all those freaks from “Real Sex” on HBO that go to those sex communes where they all hug and ...Read More
08.02.07
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Now that I’m 33 Weeks Pregnant (that’s almost 8 1/2 months for you non-pregnant minded people out there), I have come to terms with my “range” of emotions. By “range,” I mean crying and by “emotions” I of course mean HORMONES. Early on in my pregnancy, I waited for these so-called hormones to kick in. I wasn’t overly emotional or bitchy (T-Ko might disagree), and I reveled in the fact that I would be “normal” and not be one of those loony pregnant chicks we see in the movies. HA. It was a glorious, 73 degrees, gray skies (smog) , and bumper-to-bumper traffic on the 101 as I ...Read More