I finally got around to trying out the pregnancy aquafitness class this morning. Despite my predictions that I would be spending every morning asleep in bed, I've woken up at 7.50am both mornings this weekend, so getting to the 10.30am class was a piece of cake.
It was quite fun, although it's been years now since I've voluntarily spent forty minutes trying to follow a perky aerobics instructor. We must've been quite a sight - twenty big-bellied women splashing about in the shallow end of the pool.
The class turned out to be hard work, harder than swimming twenty-odd lengths at my usual slow pace. The hardest part though, is always getting dressed afterwards - especially the socks.
I'd been hoping that this weekend, the boy would get around to moving the nursery furniture around and putting up the wall hangings. It seemed that he'd made a unilateral decision to work on his online gaming skills instead. But I can't really complain too loudly, because he did buy me some more Buffy DVDs (we now have almost the entire collection except for season six part two) and some more baby stuff (wool blankets and wool singlets).