Baby?

So I’ve been good about exercise since the fall. Really good. I mean, I’ve been religious about getting my scheduled workouts in. I’ve been running in the cold. I’ve been getting my butt kicked in a heart core class. I’ve been waking Chris up with my 5am alarm. So you can imagine my disappointment when Nick and I were brushing our teeth the other night and he touched my belly and happily exclaimed “You’ve got another baby in your belly!” I then had to politely explain that no, there wasn’t a baby in there. I was just fat. He didn’t seem to mind. He happily moved onto a little rant about how some people are fat and some aren’t. Sigh.