Yoga FAIL!

So I am no stranger to yoga. I'm not. I started doing it over a year ago and while I have to admit that doing JUST yoga may not have made me shed weight the way I wanted it to it still was something that made me a happy (and lets face it....much more bendy) girl.

But now that I am with spawn...I have to do "prenatal yoga"


What-the-eff-ever. I am Captain Cleavage and I can totally still do my regular yoga...right...RIGHT?!?!?



WRONG!


Lets just say that when "mommy" decided that even though she has a potruding belly and her center of gravity may (or may not) be slightly *coughtotallycough* of kilter doing things like balanceing on my hands in a squating position (cause I gots skillz) and twisting my legs up behind my head (again...skillz) is still totally possible


I was stuck on the floor for 15 min rolling around like a demented beach ball tring to get up.

EPIC FAIL!

David was at work and laughed heartilly when I told him (bastard!)



I have also had to ask for him to help me get up from the kitchen floor (darn food storage on the bottom!)

as well as getting out of bed (seriously?!?!?)



Yeah...this doesn't make me feel like one of those webble wobble toys!