tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8839129284985526376.post-15563538413565312942008-04-29T07:34:00.000-07:002008-04-29T07:34:00.000-07:00I'm sorry that you had that experience. The studio where I've been doing yoga has been really unbelievable - I wouldn't even describe them as queer-friendly because they make absolutely no distinction between queer and straight. There is NEVER mention of husbands, only partners, and when a person joins a class who is in a situation that is not your typical het couple, the teacher actually works hard to adjust her language - e.g. at the last class I was at, we had single mamas, queer mamas, straight mamas, and a mama carrying twins... you could really tell that the teacher was closely paying attention to her wording. (And all we ever have to share is our names, our due dates and where we're going to deliver and I don't even understand why we have to share *that*.)<BR/><BR/>But... casserole? Bleah. That's why all of your friends are supposed to bring food to YOU after the baby's born ;)<BR/><BR/>Also, you may not have hit the nesting stage yet. It set in bad for me at around 35 weeks. I found myself needing to clean very odd things - like the kitchen door (??). My wife didn't understand it and while she put up with it, she certainly didn't indulge it and I definitely didn't get to make demands on her (although I suppose if I had made a scene she might have acquiesced). Feeling no need to nest? Nice. I hope it holds!!!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14562016488243405664noreply@blogger.com