Yes I'm still here, I'm just avoiding you. For no particuar reason apart from that I didn't want another whingey whiney post.



I have finally started to lose the fat. Of course, the packet of Southern Fried Chicken Wings favoured McCoys crisps I'm eating right now probably aren't helping, neither is the questionable prawn curry thing I had earlier, but you know what? It's food and it tastes good. And later I'll probably go have some fruit. Just to even things out a bit.

Anyway, in 3 weeks I have managed to drop a whole pound (ok I managed to somehow gain 2 previous to this but I believe that's not the point). D and I purchased a Wii which is stacks of fun, and I think that's how I lost the weight. Because the only other time I get my lazy ass off the sofa is when I'm acting as Noah's taxi or going to the fridge.

Anyway, then I got all enthusiastic and really thought I was going to get into the whole weight loss thing and registered with a weight loss website and got a excited, then realised this meant I was actually going to have to DO something.

I started well. Or at least, I meant well. Or maybe I'm just rubbish at this and if the weight falls off in my sleep, around the same time I win the lottery jackpot, I'll obviously be very happy but I'm just too much of a slob to bother.

Oh and hey! I think I just broke the 'l' key on my laptop (which is also about to die anyway)

And so, for a you skinny peope out there who are al like skinny with no backsides and ooking ike your average ironing board, al I can say is

HA HA my boobs are probaby bigger than yours.

I need to pound the crap out of the 'l' key I think.

And on the Noah front (Hoorah! shout the masses) he's obviousy great, still cute as ever. However we suspect he may be teething. The excessive dribbling (now has a rash on his chin and neck), the desire to chomp quite hard on anything near his mouth (my nipples included Oh! the joys) and the fact that he's started to wake earlier and earlier in the mornings are our tell-tale signs at the moment. Plus the fact that he'll scream at random during the day and then be happy as pie to play on his awesome new Baby Gym or babble non-stop to his father.

I'm obviously excited about him teething, you know, it's another one of those comparable milestones that every mother anxiously waits for so they know their child is normal. But at the same time I already miss the happy Noah who didn't scream for a good half hour like the child spawn of satan, and then be perfectly normal.

I'm so gad I'm not naive. And my god is my laptop knackered (now the deete key doesn't work??!)

We've just come back from baby clinic and it seems his weight gain might be sowing down now. Yes of course he's still big and heavy, and none of my friends bother to ask anymore because they just accept him as huge and don't anticipate their own children catching up anytime soon. But that's fair enough, I expected that I think. I'm just stil proud that he's a boob baby and I haven't succumbed to the bottle.

I can't imagine his little mouth ful of teeth.

Frigging '' key.