Two nights ago while in the middle of bedtime routine, I was reading to Luke while we were both sitting against the wall on his bed. Anysa came in to get what she likes to call a "huggie and a kissie", when she jumped up on the bed, looked at my midsection and said,
"Mommy, your tummy looks like you have a baby in it."
my husband snorting from in the other room.
And THAT is exactly why I did 100 sit ups (or maybe 75), 30 triceps, and 30 push ups in between flipping pancakes this morning. And why I refuse to even attempt buying a new bathing suit until after the Power Body Wrap.
AND no, there is NOT a baby in my tummy. Just chocolate chips and LOTS of PMS bloating.