Om

Still thinking about putting a pillow underneath my shirt and taking prenatal yoga classes with Amy. I just have this horrible feeling though that we'll go in there and end up wearing bells, chanting Om...Om...Om, choking on incense and sweating in weird positions. My co-worker who has told me about the classes insists that Amen and Shalom are words derived from Om, and though I want ask "so why don't we just say Amen or Shalom," I don't, because she also plays women's soccer, comes in to work with all sorts of bruises and could probably beat me up with her pinky finger. She insists that yoga is probably in my blood and I remember slightly that all my people across the ocean probably think of om-ing and chanting as a smashingly good time. Since dancing and being stick thin should actually be in my blood too, I'm not sure I'd buy that even with the fortune I've accumulated in monopoly money.