Bug-bug Says Melo-melon

I've been eating on average one watermelon per week for the past month or so. We're talking about those 15lb suckers, mind you so that's a lot of watermelon. At first Mr. Stinky expressed dismay over how much space the cut up fruit was taking up in the fridge and thought that most of it would probably be dumped when I'd either gotten sick of watermelon or just couldn't finish it all before it went bad. He doesn't complain anymore.

Being pregnant with Bug-bug I ate a lot of fruit too, I'd sit down and polish off a platter from Costco within a few days but there wasn't a constant need for fruit. And there wasn't a particular thing that I had to had to eat.

This time, yes boys and girls, the Stinky one has been sperminated again, I feel a void if I haven't stuffed my face with watermelon every single day. On the plus side it's mostly water but packed with good nutrients so I'm not putting on unnecessary weight because all my other binging foods already fill that requirement nicely. Another pleasant side effect is that it actually makes me feel better when my stomach is unsettled. Who knew watermelon was the new anti nauseant/antacid?

I'm due early October. Here's hoping I don't deliver a watermelon.

Chop Chop!

OK, I sort of fibbed. The month of May came to a close and I didn't do it. Only because I neglected to look at the calendar when I first told you I'd cut my hair and see that it was already end of the month. But anyway, I did it. Last Friday I took the plunge and had a big rat tail's length of hair chopped off. Well, longer than a regular rat at least. I keep wanting to make some metaphor about foot-long hotdogs for some strange reason, but it just doesn't work that way so I'll have to show you the results.

My hair is now, on average about 16 inches shorter. It's really kind of crazy considering how different it looks and feels. I was really very apprehensive about it because I'm a wash and go kind of person, how would I manage short hair that might need styling products, blow dryers, nifty techniques and such? As it turns out, my stylist did such an amazing job I don't have to do much at all. It sits as nicely as it did the day she did me (hee!) and I only have to rub in a dab of mousse to keep the a few stray strands of bangs out of my eyes.

So without further ado, my before and after plus the casualty that will be sent to some wig making charity. In the after picture, one side of my head looks a little flat. That's because after I left the salon I couldn't stop touching and fussing with my crazy new 'do and thus wrecked the symmetry of the stylist's magical creation. Rest assured that I have since stopped touching myself (double hee!) and everything is once again very much unflat-looking.