Last night Ryan and I started our Lamaze class. Initially Ryan was not too thrilled, mainly because he found out that it is a 2 1/2 hour class. To my surprise though, he seemed to be enjoying the class as the time went by, mostly because of Joni. Joni is our teacher. She is hillarious. She is middle aged, spunky, and full of wit (not always good for a room full of pregos with full bladders!) We were told to bring two pillows to class. I didn't exactly know what we were going to be doing with the pillows but after learning about all kinds of interesting facts, we got to the "pillow part" of the lecture. Joni told us all to find a spot on the floor and get comfortable -sitting, leaning, laying- whichever we wanted. So Ryan and I claimed our spot on the floor and lay down on our backs beside eachother. Joni dimmed the lights and put on soft music. She was beginning the Relaxation and Breathing part of the class. For the the next 15 to 20 minutes she took us through a series of relaxation and breathing techniques. Everyone in the room seemed to be in a zombie like state, everyone execpt for me that is. I have a cold. The entire time I was trying to hold in my sneezes so as not to disturb everyones' serinity. Do you know how hard it is to relax when you are holding in sneezes? Do you know how hard it is to breathe "in through your nose" when you have a cold? In addition, my snot rag was out of reach and I started dripping. Oh, and I had the biggest air bubble in my abdomen so I couldn't breathe in very deeply and of course, just like at home, the minute I lay down to relax, the kid starts kicking. I looked over at Ryan in my misery and I could have sworn he was dead asleep. He was loving it, that is until I could no longer hold in my sneezes and the comotion began. Yup, I was that lady last night. The one everyone was talking about when they left. The lady who ruined the quiet atmosphere for everyone else. Oh, well. At least I didn't loose control of my bladder. It could always be worse. Until next Wednesday...