The whole thing began last February when I attended a pre- and post-natal water aerobics class at the World Gym on Ga. Highway 54.

Apparently it was a class tradition for the "daddies" to take the class with the "mommies" on the class day closest to Valentine's Day to see just what the "mommies" were doing two times a week.

I saw it with my own eyes, heck, I felt it for a week afterwards and I still couldn't believe it. As sweat stung my eyes and every muscle burned in my body, I wanted to scream, "Why do you do this to pregnant ladies? This can't be good for the babies!"

I did not scream, though. I looked around at all of the happy, glowing faces of soon-to-be moms and shook my head in disbelief, but I grinned and bore it for the duration of the hour-long class.

I learned a lot in that hour. First and foremost, I learned that I was sorely out of shape, which is never a fun thing to find out. I started thinking