My midwife had recommended last week that I take some prenatal yoga classes, mostly to get me meeting other pregnant women and stop feeling so fucked up. Sounded like it might help.
I looked up the classes at Yoga Yoga, marked them on my calendar, and finally found time to make it to a class this afternoon. I left with plenty of time, even though I had never been to this studio. I had all my yoga clothes. I had researched the route.
And then I confused Burnet Road and Braker Lane. I travel both of these roads, not often, but often enough. I drive Burnet rather frequently – there are various print shops that I use for work on Burnet, as well as my new favorite Indian restaurant.
By the time I realized that I had taken Braker and not Burnet off of Mopac, it was 20 minutes until the class started – which was not enough time to find the studio, buy a card of ten classes, and change clothes. So I just headed home and went grocery shopping instead.
These are the moments that I feel completely unqualified to be a mother. I’ve lived in Austin for over 3 years now. I should be able to find my way to a yoga studio located just 10 minutes from my office after looking up the route on Google Maps. The only thing keeping my fingernails on that last shred of sanity is the shaky belief that this is still the hormones working. That, and the rather less dramatic realization that getting lost in my own backyard is not the worst thing that could have happened to me today,
You just did something that everyone does sometimes. The other day I took the wrong freeway exit on my way home from work. Keep in mind that I’ve been working at OMSI for over a decade and I’ve lived in my current home for 2 years. I should know how to get home and yet I took the wrong exit. Silly me. I took my moment of feeling like the stupidest person in the world and turned it into something funny. No big deal, just a lot of things on my mind. I imagine you’ve got a few things on your mind too.
I actually took several of the prenatal yoga classes at that location. It was workable until the teacher decided we needed to do the lion roar. Too strange for me.
And at the beginning, when they go around and everyone says how far along they are and anything else they want to share, everyone was so freaking chipper. It was like pregnant Stepford yoga class.