Deep Breaths

This morning I've had to stand up really straight and take several deep breaths. I have that feeling in my head like you get before you pass out. I get this way at the end with every baby. I CAN'T BREATHE!!! and obviously I don't stand up straight. I miss pilates.

Tuesday night in the middle of Zumba my YMCA aerobics coordinator boss found me in the midst of the 75 dancing women (I was easy to spot in my red tank top and massive belly). It's spring break and no one was available to teach the Basic Step class the next morning. So, Wednesday morning I shuttled us to the Y, checked the kids in and set up class in the gym. All the equipment for this class is on rolling carts in a closet across from the gym - roll the weights over, roll the steps over, roll the speaker system over, plug in, set up ... then two people showed up. No big deal.

Basic step is generally for people who are just getting started exercising or have illness/injuries that prevent them from working out really hard. I had one older lady who barely spoke a word, and a very talkative 40 year old lady. She asked about my pregnancy and my kids and my life and then shared about hers (all while I'm giving step cues and instructions on proper form :) ).

She shared that after two miscarriages she got pregnant with her son who is now 14 months old. When she finally got pregnant she was afraid to move. She barely did anything and gained quite a bit of weight. Now she's trying to lose the weight because she wants to have another baby. She runs a support group for women who have lost babies. I loved hearing her story and seeing how passionate she is for other women because of the pain she has experienced. All that to say, it's okay that I can't breathe. :)