So this past weekend I was doing a pregnancy DVD. Yep, you read it correctly. (I’m a workout DVD fan. Pilates, yoga, step – you name it. It all started in 1985 with my Mom’s Jane Fonda videos. I digress.)
The DVD I was doing was old. (I believe I bought it nearly 2 years ago in a clearance bin somewhere hoping I’d need it at some time.) You can see it at left.
So, C.’s on his computer several feet away whilst I’m doing the pregnancy aerobics DVD. He looks up at me. Looks at the TV. Looks at me.
Then says: “That one in the front has a gut.”
Five seconds go by…
“Oh. She’s pregnant.”
And there you have it.