Wake Up, I'm Fat!

Today I decided to dye my hair Siren Red. Partly to draw attention away from the fact that my arse is Ambulance Large. I also had my very long hair cut short in manner of romantic comedy heroine who realises that her life is changing and she can no longer be held back by her fear of intimacy. Only romantic comedy heroines don't wear dresses that come in size Tank, Elephant or Tent.

Feel strong desire to fall pregnant again so I can have a legitimate excuse for my gargantuan belly. That probably doesn't rank as one of the top ten reasons to bring a new soul into the world, does it?

Hopefully no-one will report me to the Smother's Group.

O is four months old today!