Actually I don't think it gives me gas so much as just wakes it up. And it's not like you can let one go when you're surrounded by strangers. When Aparna and I went to Paris for my 30th birthday, a great trip worthy of more discussion on another day, we visited the Musee National du Moyen Age (Museum of the Middle Ages). If you're ever in Paris, I definitely recommend it, that and the catacombs. As we traversed the galleries, I noticed an older gentleman, probably a security guard, sitting in a chair in the arch between two rooms. Just as I passed him, no more than a few feet away, he lifted one cheek and let out the loudest fart I have heard outside of my home. Although it was probably accentuated by the acoustics of the room, it would have done my husband proud. He then settled his butt back down, did a little frenchy teeth suck, and went back to staring at nothing in particular. Aparna and I were DYING.
So I am terrified to try to sneak one out because what if it is not so quiet? I mean, maybe that crusty old french dude thought he was being discreet? Although, given the fact that he elevated his posterior to make for the most effective flatulence, I don't think so. The flip side, what if it IS silent, but deadly? The treadmills are pretty close together and I'm betting a real douzy could not be ignored by my excercising neighbors. I don't want to be forever known as the lady who farted, stinky or not. Holding it in is really the only option. You better believe the drive home is a fireworks extravaganza.
Am I alone in this? Is this an exercising phenomena or is it just me?
On a lighter note, Sophie loves going to the childcare section. She cries for about two seconds when I leave but then she's like, "Ooo, something shiny!" and runs off. It warms my heart. The absolute best part is when I come to pick her up and she is happily playing with the toys and other kids. I like to watch her for a minute, because, you know, she's just so darn cute, before I call out her name. When she sees me, her whole face lights up and she runs over to me, arms and legs flailing, a la Phoebe.
I love having that hour or so to myself, but coming back to her sweet, smiling face is just the best!