I will confess...
I have always been pretty obsessive about working out.
I love the gym. Running is a passion.
I used to do an uncountable amount of crunches per day.
Then I got pregnant.
Now the thought of crunches makes me tired...and a little nauseous.
Now my jeans don't fit.
Now I realize why flowing, loose-fitting shirts are so dang great.
Now I have people staring strangely at my tummy in wonder.
Now I get asked if I'm having twins.
Now I'm lucky if I can muster the required thirty minutes daily of exercise.
Now my stomach growls every two hours.
I have never been happier.
(I also used to tan a lot.)