So apparently I'm showing. A lot.

Yes, well I was calmly and in due time make my annoucement to work. That didn't exactly happen. Monday morning, I was completely outed. I was in an elevator full of people from my department when a woman I've talked to maybe 6 times says,"I didn't know you were pregnant." How exactly is one supposed to respond to that? I think my jaw hit the floor as a attempted to control the redness I could feel coming to my face. I said, "Well, yes." She then tried to explain herself, probably because she could tell I was wondering how the hell she could know that. Up until this point, I had only told one coworker, a trusted friend, who never talks to this lady. She says, "No, you look great. I could tell cause you're so skinny and the way you were standing." Okay. So I politely ask her if she wouldn't mind keeping it quiet (and the rest of the freaking elevator at this point) since I haven't really told people at work yet. Completely busted.

By this time, we're at our floor and total panic ensues. I must tell my boss ASAP before he hears it from, I don't know, one of the ten people in the elevator with me. Fortunately, I see him in the hall and we set up a meeting for later that afternoon. He was overjoyed for me and thought the elevator story was pretty funny. So it all turned out okay.

Today I'm 13W 1D and as my special treat for entering my second trimester, I'm FINALLY getting my hair colored again. It's looking sort of crack whore right now, since it's so grown out. I can't wait. I'm going to try to convert a pair of my well-fitting-yet-not-too-expensive jeans into maternity this weekend. Apparently I need some room for this baby in my waistband area. That way I can stick my stomach out even more.