So this weekend, it was time.
At the beginning of every Bikram class, the teacher always asks the class, "Are there any injuries we should know about?" This follows with a chorus of complaints of knee injuries, back pain, hip surgeries, etc. I didn't want to follow by saying to the entire class, "I'm not feeling well because there's an alien inside of my body." Just seems bizarre.
Luckily my instructor was alone at the front desk on Saturday morning. This is good. It's discrete, more intimate, low-key. Minimal room for embarrassment. So I say, "there's something I haven't told you yet..." She said "you're pregnant! I knew it! Your face has really filled out."
Just what a gal wants to hear! Yay! My face is totally fat. Hooray. Here I was worried about my belly giving my secret away and it's all in my face. Don't get me wrong, not at all surprised with the diet of bagels and perogis, but nonetheless...a little harsh to hear. Namaste.
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