...no...not a dog. My belly. It is offically poochy. I'm 9 weeks and 1 day pregnant. And, if you look, you can tell. Luckily my lab coat still hides it. It's not a huge secret at work, but I feel a little silly walking around 2 months' pregnant with a belly. I'm going to have to go back to wearing scrubs, because I have very few work pants that will fit. I'm terrified to see how large I get as I get more pregnant.
I had Doug take a picture of me yesterday showing the pooch, and it's very visible (Doug is very supportive and gentle - "You need to stop snacking on all those Cheetos!"), but I look highly sleep deprived and worn out, so I might have to take another one to post.
I'm actually at work right now, so I guess I should actually go do some work. Hope you all are well!
p.s....Don't forget to vote for whether you think Sprout is a he or a she!
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