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It’s cold. So cold I’ve decided not to venture outside today. In fact, I haven’t really made it downstairs all that much. I had grand plans of doing a little holiday shopping (yes, I said holiday, not Christmas, you fuckers) and baking but the difference in temperature downstairs was enough to send me back up to my second floor parlor. With the help of a few logs and the embers from last night I got a fire going and haven’t left the room in hours. I just watched Empire Records (which may be one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen- I really hate Renee Zellweger) and Isaac planted himself smack in the middle of my abdomen an hour ago. I have to peer over his head to type. I think he’s trying to bond with the baby.

Oddly, about a half hour after I wrote this I decided to brave the cold and go to yoga. Even though I’ve been going to the gym 3 or 4 days a week I haven’t been to this yoga class in months. At first I wasn’t going because I was convinced my baby had Downs and I didn’t want to talk about it with my yoga friends, then I took the knitting class on Wednesdays, and by the time that was over it was cold and dark in the evenings so I didn’t want to go. It’s really hard for me to get back into it once I’ve stopped for a while, so I’m impressed that I chose today, of all bitter cold days to suck it up and drive there in the dark. But I did, and it felt really good to stretch like that again. The past few months I’ve been working some yoga poses into my gym workouts, but it’s not the same as actually going to class. I’m surprised by how flexible I still am considering my level of slack and the fact that I’m 4 pounds away from moving up to the next big notch on the scale. A round of prenatal yoga classes starts after Christmas and goes until the week before my due date. I think I may have to join the class if spaces are still open. It will probably help limber up my birthing hips.