Fat Guy in a Little Coat

That's what I feel like today.  It's official.  I'm only 14 weeks and my stomach decided to pop (or maybe I should say BULGE) out of my pants on Friday.  I thought that it might be the early stomach that comes one day and is gone the next... nope.  It's here to stay.

I know that you want a picture - but I don't have one yet.  Just hold your horses.

In other news, I ran a 10K on Saturday (for those of you that don't read my running blog - and for those of you non-runners, a 10K is 6.2 miles).  I finished in 1 hour 48 seconds.  Pretty good for a pregnant chick, right?  That's what I thought too.  Oh, and then there's Tyson, who runs a 5K after "training" for 2 weeks and places THIRD in his age group and SIXTH overall.  He is awesome and it makes me really jealous.