Woe be to all restaurants within a three-block radius of the yoga room

I went to my first prenatal yoga class with my friend Wren last Friday night, taking over her title as the "least pregnant person in the room." At nearly 8:30, after the hour and a half was almost up, we were doing our final pose of the evening, the "legs-up-the-wall" pose, which is just what it sounds like: lying back, with your butt against the wall and your legs up it.

After a couple of minutes in the pose, I whispered to Wren beside me, "I'm HUNGRY."

She whispered back, "Me too!" and suddenly, a chorus ensued...

"Me three!"

"Oh god, me too!"

"Join the club!"