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It’s A Race Between House and Baby – Part 2

I’m now just a half-week shy of being six months pregnant. Time is flying, my belly is growing, and the house is progressing more or less on schedule. It’s exciting to see the roof go on and know that pouring the concrete floor is next. After that, it’s time to decorate with paint and tile and all the fun things like kitchen counters, etc.

As of right now, it looks like the house just might be finished in time to move in a little before the baby comes. Fingers crossed! Click play below for a tour of the house in progress.

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Immersion: Lyric’s Birth Story

A friend passed along this blog and I’m so inspired by this woman’s stories and writing. Here she describes the water birth of her son Lyric. It’s so beautiful that I had to share.

Mere Mortal {Mama}

Lyric’s birth story, like most stories, really starts much earlier than the morning that surges began.  Leave it to me to translate 2 hours of active labor into an 8 page birth story.   Consider yourself warned – ha! (Part One is HERE, though most of it is recapped in this post)

At the end of the post, I’ve included a link to a slideshow of his birth.  There ARE photos of me in labor (i.e. nude, boobs, yoni) as well as photos of Lyric’s head being born.   If you want to view real, raw photos of birth, then watch it. 🙂  The photos that are included in this blog post are not graphic.

From my journal:

Thursday, June 3rd (39 weeks)

At approximately 5pm, I noticed I was very tired and laid down while the girls played.  I felt the overwhelming need to nap.   I called Jason…

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Surfing 18 Weeks Pregnant

Every week I’m a little slower, a little more relaxed, but thankfully I’m still surfing and when I get a good wave I get excited enough to step on the tail and push it! This was our third week in Costa Rica. The waves were a bit smaller and I didn’t have any of my own boards so I was riding some funky shapes, but having fun with it. We’re done with retreats now until the end of May so the next video I post of me surfing, I’ll be 6 months+!

Welcoming a New Soul

According to several Eastern traditions including Kundalini Yoga, on the 120th day past conception the growing fetus acquires its soul. It’s kind of a strange and yet appealing concept for me to imagine an ocean of souls somewhere up there outside of our perception, waiting their turn to rejoin the hustle and bustle of life on Earth. I wonder if they’re assigned by some all-powerful deity or if there’s any choice in the matter. Maybe it’s some combination. God says to the soul, “here are three options, you have 24 hours of observation to choose which family you’d like to join.” It’s fun to imagine.  Continue reading Welcoming a New Soul

Yogic Meditations

Our yoga teacher Nikki at Surf With Amigas is my favorite yoga teacher ever. She’s not all “woo woo” up-in-the-clouds, overly-spaced-out like so many yoga teachers can be, and yet she’s super spiritual and very tuned into the energy that surrounds us and emanates from us. She primarily teaches yin classes, which is exactly what I want post-surf, with quite a bit of guided meditation relevant to something that happened that day, the phase of the moon, or the changing season.

I’m busy during retreats and don’t always get a chance to participate in her class, but when I do make time to attend I’m always grateful. The other day we had a super shoulder-opener class that ended with an extra long savasana and a guided meditation. It was the most emotional I’ve felt in a yoga class since the first class I ever took with Nikki where I actually shed a few tears.

She asked us to imagine ourselves lying on the beach in the sand with the waves lapping up towards our feet. She vividly described the waves coming up one at a time, each one reaching further along our bodies until we were surrounded by warm water from toe to head. To be honest, I was so lost in the trance that I can’t accurately repeat what she was saying. I can say that I don’t particularly love the feeling of rolling in the sand or lying there as waves wash up over me. I imagined sand flooding into my bikini bottoms and wanted to get up out of the water. So I got up, walked a few feet further up the beach, and flopped down on a sarong in the shade of a big almond tree just above the high tide line. I looked down at the gentle shorebreak and saw my husband Kim and our baby holding hands, standing ankle deep in the water. As Nikki described the waves coming and going, I imagined them soaking Kim and the baby’s feet, then ankles, then knees, etc. I had dedicated the practice to nourishing the new life growing inside me. Nourishing the baby with the early experience of the sea. The delicious feeling of warm salty water washing over toes and then knees. I felt so happy and content to lay there and watch them enjoying the ocean together.

I could only see the baby from behind, a toddler with curly blonde hair, and I kept trying to tell if it was a girl or a boy. With each successive wave, the gender seemed to change. First I thought he was a boy, then she was a girl, and back and forth until I gave up trying to guess and just relaxed in the realization that the joy I felt was equal in either case.

I’m so looking forward to introducing our little one to the ocean.

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