The newest recruit to the Bumpettes

My Dad.
Isn't he fabulous?! He's due, ok, he's not actually due at any point, but we still thought the photo opportunity was too good a one to miss. Dearest Dad has learnt how to dress with a bump ever since his Dad started showing signs of tummy bumpness in his early middle ages. The Olins men are experts at dealing with this unique shape, so I thought he deserved a space on the old blog.
Dearest Dad, thanks for being such a great sport. I know the dark chocolate diet is still going well, so maybe when I finally lose this enormous watermelon on my front, you will too.
In other news, my little burn-y throat episodes seem to becoming more frequent. It's worrying, and uncomfortable. Apparently this means the baby will be hairy. I'm not scared of a little bit of downy hair on its head, I think it looks cute. Let's just hope it doesn't have any wolverine tendencies across the body - especially if it's a girl! Anyway, Gaviscon Cool is possibly the most unpleasant medicine I've ever had the misfortune of digesting. It's like crunching old school chalk between your tea and then squeezing some toothpaste in some weird, extra bonus. All in all, the experience is one akin to foaming at the mouth, but at least it keeps the burn away. Hello chalk, let's become friends.