I’ve been feeling a little fuzzy in the head lately. I have lots of thoughts and ideas bouncing around in my mind but when I sit down at the laptop and attempt to gather them into some sort of order my mouth just hangs slack, drool drips onto the keyboard and I draw a blank. So I just post a photo of my daughter’s thunder thighs or give you and update on her teeth. How thrilling for you.

Owell, some more intelligent posts will surface in good time. No point pushing for them, right?

Yesterday I was talking with a few friends about pregnancy and weight gain and I mentioned that it’s only been in recent weeks that I realized just how huge I got while I was pregnant. It’s funny how when you’re in the throes of gestation everything seems proportionate. You look in the mirror and see a really big belly, but your boobs are really big too so it looks OK. What you don’t see in the mirror is how each bum cheek has risen like a cake and how the circumference of your thighs has doubled in you sleep. I think I had that cute glow everyone talks about until about, oh, month six. Then things got out of hand. I ballooned.

I think part of the problem was that I am one those people who can gain a tonne of weight but not much of it ends up on my face. So when I looked in the bathroom mirror and didn’t see really puffy cheeks or a quadra-chin I got the feeling I was still looking pretty good. And then when I got stuck in the doorway on my way out of the bathroom I could only assume that someone had shrunk the exit.

Perhaps if I was a face-gainer I would have realized that I was obese and I would have cut back my monster cookie consumption. Probably not, though.