In Which Gwinne Goes to Yoga for Pregnant People

Well, I decided to take the $10/week I would have spent on LG's Friday aftercare program (apparently they don't let you do only one day per week) and put it toward paying our 13-year-old family friend to oversee LG's bedtime rituals while I go to what I am referring to as Yoga for Pregnant People.  Seems like a good use of funds, though LG is not as keen as she was last year on having a teenager!!!! watch her.

Anyhoo...I'm too tired to say much, but I do want to make a few random observations about this experience, some of which I might elaborate on later (who knows--right now I'm just glad I'm somewhat capable of putting a sentence together):

1. It is still very freaky for me to be around other pregnant persons.  Most of these women (all but one) are expecting baby #1 and had this shiny glowy naivete around them.  They did not appear to have battle scars (though I assume I did not, either).  That is, although I was only one of two actual moms in the room, I felt like an imposter, more at home Dr. G's stirrups than in prenatal yoga.
2. I am glad I didn't really have to talk to anyone about (a) husbands/partners, (b) birth plans, (c) pregnancy complications.  That would just be too much.
3. Pregnant women's bodies are amazingly different and lovely in their differences.  Glancing around the room before class, I thought I could guess roughly when people were due based on their size/shape.  I was totally wrong; in fact, the woman who looked to me like she was about 40 weeks already isn't due until a month after me. 
4. Prenatal yoga is lame.  It's taught by my regular yoga teacher, so I figured it would be a modified version of the class she usually does, but not really.  I think I'll continue the class, because my other class (a) cuts into my daily writing time and (b) really did become too challenging there by the end, but perhaps I can talk to the instructor about un-modifying some of those poses that I can still do with ease. 
5. Apparently The Boy is not active at night because I am usually in bed with the TV; he's just active at night.  I had to keep shoving on him during class to get his heel (I think) out from my ribs.  He was having a grand time in there.