Am now back from pregnancy aquarobics. It wasn’t too bad, despite the crazy man that came in and interrupted proceedings by ranting and raving at us for being there. Apparently he did the same last week. The other girls call him Dr Evil. He was a piece of work. We had just started the class when he came into the pool room and started bitching at us for using the pool when he wanted to use it. As he was fully clothed in a three piece suit he didn’t come across as terribly eager to jump into the pool and go swimming. In fact he was first spotted passing the window outside where he stopped when he saw the class and stood scowling at us for a while before deciding to come in, waving his id badge and demanding we leave the pool! The instructor asked him to go have his words with the duty manager and stop harassing us pregnant ladies, to which he curtly replied “what’s that got to do with anything?”. Ugh, nasty man. We found out later that he is actually a psychotherapist who works at The Wellness Center. *shudder*
Eventually the crazy doctor departed and peace resumed. There were five of us there and I did feel like a fraud because everyone else was obviously heavily pregnant and their bumps were barely being contained by their bathing suits.
The class consisted of the us jumping around lots and me being quite confused as to what we were supposed to be doing as it was hard to hear the instructor, or see what her legs were doing beneath the water. It really felt like I was just flailing about but I’m feeling rather wobbly now so I guess I must have been doing something! Good to get out of the house and get some exercise.
Oh, another thing…I really wish Americans used changing rooms and didn’t have “locker rooms” for changing in. Locker rooms are exactly what they say they are, nothing more. A room with lockers. Come on, privacy people?! How is it perfectly okay to be visually assaulted by naked flesh in a locker room, but for the slightest glimpse of concealed anatomy on the tv to be subjected to blurry boxes of censorship? A room full of naked pregnant women is something I would rather not have to experience thank you, and I certainly don’t feel comfortable stripping off in front of strangers myself. After my shower I ended up gingerly trying to get dressed in the small wet cubicle while holding the curtain taut in an attempt to close the gap between partition and wall, and keeping all limbs tightly sucked in to avoid getting my dry clothes soggy against the dripping walls! Ugh.
Ooh I want a glass of wine. /cry