Keep breathing. That's what I would say. One breath at a time. And then, rather incessantly... It's okay, I'm okay, Baby is okay. It's okay, I'm okay, Baby is okay. It's okay, I'm okay, Baby is okay. I have a baby. I am pregnant. At least according to the non-existent period, and the 6 different pregnancy tests. … Continue reading What would I say to me?
So I fell pregnant. Fell is a pretty good word in that situation. Like, you can totally pretend that you have control, but you don't. You are at the mercy of forces greater than yourself. And it is so scary, and quick. Or not quick. But there is totally a tipping point. So I fell pregnant. … Continue reading Why falling pregnant was amazing for my yoga. And the now.