Okay, guess what? If you're around doctors all day, and you're pregnant, even if you think you're keeping it a secret, IT'S NOT A SECRET.
I have a co-resident who has spent the past two weeks thinking she hasn't been announcing her pregnancy in big flashing neon lights.
"Oh, I'm so tired!"
"Oh, my acid reflux is really acting up!"
"Oh, it smells terrible in here!"
"Oh, I'm sorry I keep running to the bathroom-- must be something I ate!"
"Oh, no, I've given up drinking for lent!"
"Oh, I have this doctor's appointment next week I really can't miss, so I need someone to switch shifts with me. What kind of doctor? Oh, you know, the regular kind!"
And no one wants to be the person who says, hey, it's okay, you can stop pretending-- we know. Everyone knows. The patients probably know by now. You're pregnant, fine, big deal, congratulations.
Instead, we're all walking on eggshells around here, no one acknowledging the very obvious and perhaps soon to be large elephant in the room.
It's not that I care if she's pregnant or not.
But it's always nice to have something to talk about.