Paranoid much?

Now that people at work know, I'm just convinced that when I walk by people sitting at their desks, they're looking at me and scrutinizing me, trying to figure out if I'm showing yet and if not, then how much longer it will be until I bust out of these pants. When I actually look at the people, I see they're just sitting there, minding their own business and doing their work, not paying a bit of attention to me, so I know it's just a paranoia on my part (again related to my lack of desire for attention in general), but it's something that still hits me often. I realize that this is something that I think about all the time, so that's why my senses are tuned a little differently these days, but I also know that logically (and rightfully so!), these people aren't thinking about my pregnancy any more than they're thinking about the oil change they got back in December. It's just funny when your mind is so in-tune to something that you're irrationally convinced that the rest of the world is, too. Of course, I guess that isn't true for everyone--there are still some people that think the whole world revolves around them (and their pregnancy, or their wedding, or their baby, whatever) and can't understand that life isn't limited to just their crisis or joy of the moment. Those people are exhausting to be around, and I swore them off long ago.