Pre-natal yoga

Pregnancy can be lonely. I went to my first prenatal yoga class last week and was expecting to at least exchange friendly hellos with classmates, or  a few laughs. Instead, each person did yoga enclosed in what felt like a little bubble of self absorption. At the beginning we had check-in time and I was the only person who said anything honest. Almost everyone else said "I'm 27 weeks and I'm fine." Fine. Fine. Fine. What is fine? We have the most amazing miracle happening inside of us, and all they can say is fine? I'm afraid motherhood is starting to look like another way that women compete, instead of bond. Compete to be fine. Hopefully I'll meet some cooler expectant moms soon.