
Content warning: This post contains mentions of miscarriage and pregnancy loss and may be triggering for some readers.
There is a lady in my Pilates class who I’ve been watching a bit lately. She has caught me staring at her a few times now, she probably thinks I’m a bit weird. She’s pregnant you see, six or seven months, and she has been coming to Pilates for a couple of months. I find myself watching her, observing how she moves, how her body and her belly are in sync, how natural it seems for her to be planking her way through pregnancy.
My fascination with her is more about the ease in which she is exercising throughout her pregnancy, because when I reflect back on my own, exercise was unlikely and unthinkable.
