The Yoga Mamas

Laura is pregnant. She is stressed. She is exhausted. So she takes a deep, yogic breath, forgets about her husband, leaves her cramped apartment...and joins the Prada-clad celebrities and socialites at the most elite yoga center in the city. She figures she is a few tax brackets too short of fitting in. But she finds herself befriended by four huge-hearted, fabulously pregnant women who prove her wrong. Soon they are exchanging birthing plans and baby names and dirty secrets about their significant others. Everything is falling into place. Until she discovers one of them has a secret so big it just might burst their blissful yoga bubble.

From The Yoga Mamas:

Gigi led the way to the restaurant with her belly. At her side, Isla, too, thrust her bare mid-section defiantly out to the front, as if daring anyone to comment. Susan, Margaret, and I followed behind them, and the sidewalks opened up before us like the parting of the Red Sea. Five pregnant women in SoHo are an arresting sight. People scuttled out of our way. Across the street they stopped to look. We were loud, large, and in charge. I felt a surge of power. With my new, super-sized pals, I no longer viewed the streets as an obstacle course of aggressive shoppers and dog walkers. SoHo is ours, I thought with glee, as we approached the corner of West Broadway and Prince and burst through the doors of the Healthy Harvest.