A Body at Work

I can't concentrate on work at all. I have officially bestowed the name "Bun" upon my little tenant - it's easier than stumbling around and calling the poor thing "it" or "he or she" all the time. I keep trying to picture what he or she looks like: imagining it growing day by day. (see what I mean with the it/he/she thing?)

I spent half the day looking at pictures of 8-week-old fetuses on the Internet. It's so hard to imagine that something so small is inside me....well, except for all the unpleasant side effects that are constant reminder something huge is going on.

I haven't told my boss that I'm pregnant, but I'm not sure how much longer I can hide all this from her. Between my gray face, periodic sprints to the bathroom, and nearly falling asleep in front of my computer, I think she'll start to suspect something soon. =(