The opera was good - it would've been very enjoyable even, if my bum muscles hadn't started twitching after a mere five minutes into the show. There was only one break halfway, and during the second half this posterier discomfort was joined by twitchy leg muscles and the gasping for air which results from my lungs being squashed up by Baby.
Coincidentally, the woman sitting on my left was also pregnant - what're the chances of that, eh? She was fidgeting and trying to stay comfy too, although I'll stick my neck out right now and say that my fidgeting was probably greater than hers. I briefly imagined the boy and I popping out to the lobby for a quick bum massage, but dismissed the idea when that led to visions of being kicked out for lewdness in public.
So in hindsight, I should probably not have decided to go, even though I did manage to get through the entire evening without disrupting everyone around me...well, not too much I hope. Those seats were a little squeaky, and the effects of two women bobbing up and down in their seats can't have been entirely ignore-able.