I can't even think about it without wanting to hide.
My left knee has for some reason decided to give up the ghost at 36 weeks pregnant and sometimes just ceases to hold me up, making me lurch alarmingly.
On the way to the class my knee lurched and I fell over, fortunately onto a bollard so my shoulder and arm took the impact, not my bump, but shook me up quite a bit and I had to have a sit down.
I therefore arrived at the class 20 minutes late, already feeling a bit out of the group as I had to miss week one due to a growth scan....
The class was on massage in labour and about your partner supporting you during the birth through touch. My DH has both parents in (different) hospitals at the moment and is missing lots of work trying to go into the hosps in the day when various consultants etc ask to see him and so can not make the classes time wise. I am sad about this but there isn't really a way around it. Previous classes have been more lecture type things where I didn't feel as lonely but this was pretty bleak.
The MW decided that as I was the only woman without a partner she would use me to demo on for the other ladies and their husbands, so put me on a chair in the circle (sitting backwards so I was leaning onto the back with my legs out at the side,if that makes sense) at which point I saw that in falling over I had put a massive rip in my trousers from the crotch to the mid thigh which was now prominently on display to everyone else in the room.
Thankfully an hour into the class we had a break and I thought thank God for that, it can't be as bad after the break......
After the break Susie was introduced who teaches antenatal yoga and had come in to give us a free yoga lesson. I really should have just left but I felt so embarrassed about being so late I didn't feel able to...so I spent an hour doing yoga wobbling all over the shop because me knee was killing me and having to flash my knickers non stop to a bank of ten blokes on chairs sitting directly behind me.
