Prenatal Hams With just about 3 months left before my due date, my husband and I started prenatal classes tonight. Out of the 8 women there, only 2 (besides myself) looked to be normal weight - 3 looked like they fell into the "overweight" category, and 2 were definitely obeasts. I'm talking 250 to 300 pounds a piece. The men in the class weren't looking to good either - I'd say 3 of them (including my husband) were normal weight. The rest were all overweight (but no obeast "males"). Let me state for the record that pregnant hams piss me off probably more than anything else I see on this sub. Not only are they putting themselves at risk with their gluttonous behaviour, but they are also setting up their unborn children for failure. There have been numerous articles written on the topic. The Mayo Clinic lists the risks of obesity during pregnancy to include gestational diabetes, pre-eclampsia, labour problems, and miscarriage. Not to mention that children of obese mothers are more likely to be obese themselves. But you guys know that all already. I'm preaching to the choir. Right now I want to get my hate on for one of the prenatal obeasts in particular. I can't remember its name, so we'll call it Fatzilla. Although it wasn't the largest in the class, Fatzilla is definitely an obeast - I'd guess at least 250 lbs. Tonight was the first class in a series of 8, and Fatzilla couldn't even be bothered to show up on time. It waddled into the room with its pig fucker by its side, THIRTY MINUTES after the class had started. By this point, all the other couples had made their introductions, and the men were sent into another room while us women talked about symptoms and treatments. The instructor (who may or may not be a shitlady - can't quite tell yet) asks if they are here for the prenatal class. Fatzilla says yes. The instructor replies that the class had started at 6:30, a full half-hour earlier, and that we had already begun. Fatzilla replies, "oh, it's good I came early then, I thought it started at 7:30." Stupid obeast can't even get the starting time right. The instructor shows the pig fucker to the room where the rest of the men are gathered, and asks Fatzilla to introduce herself to the rest of the ladies in room. She then asks us to all re-introduce ourselves, and start from the beginning of the exercise (talking about symptoms and treatments) so that Fatzilla can get caught up. This wasted a good 10 minutes. After the exercise, the instructor passes around a model fetus. She tells us it is approximately 30 weeks gestational age, and weighs 2.5 lbs (about 1.13 kgs). Fatzilla proudly exclaims, "when I went for my last ultrasound at 27 weeks, they told me my baby was already measuring 3 pounds!" The instructor does not look impressed. She says, "you're baby is measuring bigger than she should be. We'll talk in the coming classes about growth, nutrition, and gestational diabetes." Fatzilla looks embarrassed. Score 1 point for the instructor. A short time later, after the men have returned to the room, the instructor asks if anyone has been doing any aquafit classes or prenatal yoga. The overweight ham beside me pipes up: "I tried to look into prenatal yoga classes, but they were all during the day and I'm at work." Nobody else says anything, the rest of the room is quiet. So I took the opportunity to speak up. "I've just been doing my own exercise regimen at home," I say, with a little smirk on my face as I subtly glance over at Fatzilla. "Good for you!" says the instructor, and she goes on to talk about the benefits of exercise during pregnancy, and how it makes labour easier. Fatzilla is sitting there, glaring at me with an angry look on its face. Mission accomplished. Although we didn't get into the nutrition & gestational diabetes topics today, I'm hoping we will cover them in the next few weeks and that I'll have more opportunities to subtly shitlady the rest of hams in the class. Here's hoping!