I'm trying to keep the secret.
I'm pretty confident that if we can make it past week 6, we're out of the woods. Rest assured, I'll be bringing you into the woods shortly. I suck at keeping secrets, and I don't like being in the woods by myself.
Besides, on the off chance that something happens, you'll definitely be coming through the woods with me.
But for now, the people who know include me, Casey and Leah of course, and the bartender at Casey's ten year high school reunion who thought I was a recovering alcoholic because I kept drinking water all night. Tempting as it was to try on the bad-girl persona, I couldn't leave her with that impression.
Still, my body is working hard to give it all away.
Let's just take a little look-sy.
Okay, if you just threw up in your mouth a little after looking at this picture, you're not alone. No one was supposed to see this... but it's the best "before" picture I have for comparison sake.
What I really want you to see is that I don't have a huge belly that hangs over the counter. It's actually relatively cute and small, thankyouverymuch. This was taken on December 10th.
On the other hand...
Here's that same belly, 15 days and two pink lines later.
This picture doesn't even do it justice, so let's move on to Exhibit B:
There we go! That's the stuff. You can't make this up, people.
Maternity jeans? You're my hero.
I have no idea if I'm retaining water, if this is just bloat, or if some of this is actual, legitimate person-growing, human-carrying material. All I know is that it's huge. And not exactly subtle while I'm trying to keep this secret.
So far, people have been kind enough not to mention the pink elephant-sized-belly hanging over my pants. Which makes me a little curious about what they're really thinking when I waddle away.