The Benefits of Being Late

So anyone who knows me in real life knows that I have a slight problem with punctuality. I'm usually in the ballpark of on time, but I'm hardly ever early. For anything. The past few times I've gone, I've been later than "on time" to my kickboxing class. (Meaning the class has already started and I have to jump in without getting hit.)

Today, I was actually early. Which reminded me why it is sometimes BAD to be early. The class right before Kickboxing is Prenatal Yoga. I had forgotten that little tidbit. So, I got to witness a bunch of pregnant ladies rubbing their growing bellies. Which at this point, I can kind of shrug off. That will never be me and I know that now. But what I still can't deal with is COMPLAINING pregnant ladies. I swear to God - they were all whining about how dreadful it was to be pregnant. One of them said she never wants to be pregnant again, how this is the worst experience of her life. Another one said she was laying down the law with her husband - that this was going to be her last kid. Another was whining about how she never got her body back after the last baby, so this one had surely doomed her.

I bit my tongue. Hard. (And then thought mean things about them waddling out of class.) I know pregnancy is uncomfortable, but I really don't need to hear about how terrible it is when it's the one thing in life I so desperately want and cannot have. I know they didn't know about my infertility. I know they have every right to complain. I just didn't really want to hear it.

It's a good thing the class was kickboxing because I had just a wee bit of aggression to get out right about then.

I think I'll plan to be late from now on.