Dancing For Two.

Well, it's Day Five of feeling like a normal human again. Yesterday, I had to choreograph for class, then teach class, which is always taxing, because Monday is Hip Hop day, and those people expect 100% awesomeness at all times, and they should expect that. It's a full class, and the energy level is high and positive.

During this first trimester, no matter how crappy I would feel all day long, once I started teaching, it would disappear and I would be able to give it all I had. You have to. People are paying money to learn from you, so you have to drop everything else in your life and leave it at the door. Teaching takes so much more energy than just taking a class, and for the past three months Tuesday mornings would grab me by the shoulders, shake me repeatedly and ask, "What have you DONE to yourself, woman?" And I would reply, "Get out of my way, Tuesday Morning, I have to pee and pray to god I don't puke in the tub."

I have had to limit my extracurricular dancing (taking class from others), though, just because the fatigue was so incredible. But last night, after I taught class, I stayed for Allison's hip hop class after mine was over. It was glorious to be in class again, and to be inspired by someone else and to try and do their choreography justice. I did have to sit out one round of running the routine at the end of class because, although this baby is supposedly only the size of a lime at this stage, the little bugger started to feel more like a sack of potatoes after all that bouncing around and trying to have swagger.

I thought for sure that I would be crushed this morning, and I am totally NOT. I still feel the buzz through all my leg muscles from yesterday's dance fest and it is a much welcome feeling. I truly thought that these days would never return and even if I have a few days here and there when my body tell me to just STOP ALREADY, that's okay. I will listen. And probably eat pizza and watch Ghost Whisperer with my feet up.