It appears there's actually a baby in there. Or at least a personable goldfish.
And last week I swam laps twice, had two long walks (during which I felt very slow and tired pushing Elan in the stroller, but still), and went to prenatal yoga class for the first time. Yoga, how I have missed you! It was the perfect level class for a pregnant lady who has been too sick to do much exercising. And now I am sore, but not too sore. And I want to go to yoga class everyday.