Reproduction is so odd.
The circle of life scares the pee out of me sometimes. To be honest, this widget I found didn’t help so much either, the baby looks really creepy to me – like the dancing baby from year ago, spinning in its little cyber world, its umbilical cord floating mid screen, attached to nothing.
I wish my belly button were a peep hole and I could see what this little one is doing at times. The baby is always quiet when I teach yoga classes, only moving during guided relaxation at the end of class. During Zumba, the baby again is quiet but I can feel its weight jiggle around (I had to stop teaching this class last week due to bleeding after class).
I sometimes imagine that the baby is doing all of the asanas I have taught during the day, at night while I am trying to sleep – like a type of payback for rousing her while she was sleeping. My son was this way when we took Kids’ Yoga together, he refused to participate during most of the class, but would come home and practice on his own. Nowadays he prefers to go into my yoga cabinet, pull out an extra mat, set himself up with a video and practice alone – we can’t watch him or participate with him. He even takes out an eye pillow for Svasana – sometimes he takes them all out and builds forts for his GI Joes as well so it can go either way.
