Different

When I went to pick up LL yesterday, Natasha stopped in her tracks as soon as she opened the door and just stared at me. She insisted that something was different, that I looked really good, but something was obviously different. I've known Natasha for more than a year, I see her several times a week, and she has never before said something like this to me. She just couldn't figure out exactly what was different. I just shrugged, because I'm not sure what she had noticed.

Surely it couldn't be that she can actually tell that I'm four weeks pregnant.