pelvic floor humiliation

Well, it could be worse - it's not like I was on a trampoline...


I went to Pilates today, after a three week hiatus for Easter and one missed class due to traffic (I tried to get down to the end of the town and back in time for class - didn't work).



And needless to say, I haven't been doing any practice, or whatever you could call it to make it sound less like homework. Because I'm lazy, basically - whatever the strange reasons are that the majority of people lack the self discipline to do 15 mins of excercise every day.



So I was doing ok, til the end (because I got to hold the bar while doing the horrible balance work where you have to lift one leg without shifting any weight onto your opposite hip), when we did a thing where you get on all fours and strengthen your pelvic floor muscles, and lengthen one leg away from you on the ground, trying to keep the strain in your centre and not shift weight to your hands, or other knee.



I just can't do this. The teacher was working with me, as I'm pregnant and wobbly, which is great on one hand, value for money etc, but deeply embarrassing on the other. And today was worse, as she laughed at my pathetic efforts, and reinforced how important it is to have some control there, so I can follow the midwife's advice when getting the baby out (push, don't push, etc) - and worst of all, as she finished, she gave me a terribly sympathetic look and said 'sorry', like she'd just diagnosed me with a terminal disease! - in this case congenital weakness of the flabby stomach that will haunt me throughout my labour and beyond! Arg!