Mama Yogurt ...

or Mamaste yoga. I mistakenly called it mama yogurt, because, apparently I developed a speech impediment during my pregnancy. This sort of makes sense; nothing else is quite what it used to be. Why should my ability to speak the English language go unscathed?
Anyway, Mamste yoga was a wonderful recommendation from a yogi friend of mine. I wanted to join a prenatal yoga class in my first trimester, but was busy working, moving, complaining, milking my ability to get out of household chores, etc. I became very preoccupied lounging on my couch and managed to not sign up for a class during my second trimester. By the time I waddled into my third, I finally found the strength to pick up my laptop and look for a class. While there is no lack of pregos in my area, there is a lack of pregos who wish to contort themselves into pretzels.
Frustrated, I ruined a perfectly good lunch with a friend by complaining about my needs. She responded by suggesting a free podcast on I-tunes called Mamaste yoga. Its a quick 20 minute routine led by a zen, but somewhat too skinny broad (like I really believe she's birthed anything). It shows a *real* pregnant lady working out the poses. I now take ridiculous delight in stretching and breathing, though I still have a hard time relaxing (today I couldn't stop thinking about how much I wanted to clean the vent I was looking at. Done and done). They "say" this is all going to help me during delivery. I'll be sure to have my husband, Derek, tell you how many cleansing breaths and pelvic tilts I manage to squeeze in between threatening his life, throwing whatever is closest to me, and spitting out pea soup while my head revolves 360 degrees.
I know there are some other great videos and books out there, but I can't seem to commit. My recommendation goes to mama yogurt!