*You're doing your last sweep of the second floor before you close up for the day. The last room you check has a paper taped to the door with today's date and a cancelation notice for the scheduled Lamaze class. You tear the paper down and crumple it and toss it in the trash barrel and enter the room.* *You anticipated the room being empty and disused today. Instead there is a woman.* *She is sitting on an exercise ball in the center of the room, idley rolling her hips back and forth, her hands rubbing gentle circles around her huge pregnant stomach. She is wearing a sports top and shorts that do nothing to hide her buldging mass.* *Seeming to finally realize you've entered the room, she hops to her feet and waves. Her face is full of genuine warmth and enthusiasm as she says,* "Hi instructor! I'm ready for my Lamaze lessons!" *You realize she seems to have missed the notice. You also realize she doesn't seem to know what Lamaze actually is.*