In spite of the fact that I have been working out regularly with an increase to frequently, I find myself sporting a fetching first trimester look without the normally requisite bun in the oven. Today I am wearing a tight pink sweater that is creating a "thrilled to be pregnant" glow in the gut area. The only thing I can think of to explain the situation is that my body likes my boyfriend so much it is going to pretend like it's having his baby, even though I won't really let it ovulate.