Congratulations! I can't wait to hear about the safe delivery of your healthy little one. :-) My dad will be 76 next month. He walks about six miles every day, lifts weights once or twice a week, does yard work, works on his car and two spare engines (lol), and is generally still strong and, aside from slightly low blood pressure, healthy as a horse. Yes, he's a little softer in the middle than he was thirty or forty years ago, but that's all--just a little softer in the middle, because he no longer does a lot of sit-ups or crunches.  I consider his body to be a "dad bod." I've always said here that I don't mind "dad bod," because that's what I think of when I think of "dad bod." Not that pot-bellied nightmare in the picture! "Dad bod" shouldn't be the equivalent of "five months pregnant."  (It's funny, because Dad and I were talking once about age and weight, and I jokingly said that sometimes I think, "When I turn 65 I'm just going to stop worrying and eat whatever I want and get fat." He gave a kind of rueful laugh and said he always thought the same thing...until he turned 65 and just couldn't bring himself to do it. We regularly talk about how awful and gross fats are. It's sad, too, because my dad is a wonderful man, and I know he'd like to have a girlfriend, but he tells me the women his age are all either fat, leftists, or both, and the ones who aren't are looking for wealthy men or younger men. I believe him. Sigh.)