You Know You Gotta Diet When...

Sigh. So everytime we have a family birthday, the whole gang goes to the nursing home the next Sunday so that we can celebrate with my Nannie. Tonight was the night to celebrate David's birthday. As we were leaving, my nannie pulled me aside and asked me (quite loudly) if I was pregnant. Ugh. Did she really not think that we would have told her if I was pregnant? So in front of my whole family, I had to explain to her that no, I was not pregnant...just fat. Hopefully by the next birthday event she won't have to question my pregnancy status :)