I just can't do it. Vanessa was dancing across the studio and I was supposed to follow her routine but my head was on another plane. The charity revue was only two weeks away and I couldn't even skip across the stage in tune. I was going to make an awful fool of myself and everyone else. I could see them all rolling their eyes, wondering who cast the baby elephant. It's alright for them, they have balance and a sense of self. Me, I have no co ordination on a good day. This was all Fionn's idea. A team building exercise he had said. Next day after work I was trying to peel my body into a leotard when it suddenly occurred to me I hadn't had me period in some time. Back to the studio and I now know I am pregnant, which makes me four and a half months and I am used to the idea but I have to make plans. The one decision that is causing me to be even more clumsy than usual is whether to let Tadgh know, we split up a few weeks ago, no acrimony, just not working out. I am really in a bind, should I tell him or leave well enough alone. This silly routine has me beat. "Sorry Vanessa, this really isn't for me, I'm out, good luck though!"
