Rolling soda can

I think I got a kick on Monday night, lying in bed after belly dancing class. That's right, belly dancing.

For some weird reason I'd been thinking about belly dancing, did some googling, read about how great it was for knocked up chicks & then fate stepped in & displayed some live belly dancers at the half marathon (apparently the close up view was not so great, but hey.... I was across the canal) with their scarves, jingly hip belts & crazy gyrations. Looked like fun so Jo & I went to try a class & had a great time. We're going to sign up next week. Yay!

Since I've been finally feeling better this week (turns out that barfing was from some stomach virus - yuck!) I've also tried a prenatal yoga class & went swimming today. The yoga was not as much of a workout as I thought it was going to be, but some muscles were a bit sore the next day so it must have done something. Strangely, I was as always, the most flexible person there... I thought that was gone since I hurt my back.

Swimming this afternoon brought on all sorts of weird sensations in the belly. Not sure if it was muscles stretching or alien life form swimming laps with me. I kinda think the latter as they still seem to be going on. I don't even think I have words to describe the feeling. Intermittent pressure? Anyway, I remember now why I stopped going swimming at lunch a while back. The weirdos come to swim then. The worst are the loud talker & the hummer. FYI people, we can hear you fine if you talk at a normal decibel &, more importantly I really don't want to hear the stupid soundtrack that is running through your head. I'm tempted next time to start singing the Who-hoo song.... see how she likes it. I really shouldn't be so critcal - I was after all, dancing to a Culture Club song in the grocery store the other day.