It was Autumn 2016. I walked into an evening pregnancy yoga class and spotted a bright neon sports top (worn by a pretty blonde lady) on the mat opposite me. We said an embarrassed 'hello' to each other, I complimented her on her sports gear, to which she replied "It's the only thing that fits me that isn't in the wash." We practised some 'golden breath', worked on our pelvic floor and went our separate ways. A few weeks later, my husband and I walked into an antenatal class on a Monday evening (I walked, dragging him in with me)....
