A "Baby & Me" Memory
I remember walking into the yoga studio, but this time was different. Before, I had breezed in with a mat, my keys, a water bottle, and my growing baby bump. Nothing and everything had changed since the last time I had joined this group of mamas-to-be. Now I navigated the narrow hallway with a diaper bag in one hand and a carrier in the other. Inside that carrier was a new little person I had begun to get to know. She was our second baby, so she couldn’t have our undivided at
