I just finished playing a super fun round of Poop or Chocolate??. Of course, in this game there are no real winners, just one loser. Me. 

Yesterday morning I walked into the dining/entertainment/play/tv room Great Room and witnessed Spawn happily splashing her cereal milk from her tray onto the floor. My too-silent partner was sitting there holding the baby and when I asked him why he was allowing this to happen he assured me that he had told her to stop and that it was bad. See what happened there? I unknowingly found myself playing a quick round of House. I was the Mother to three young children who didn't have a care in the world, la la la. As with Poop or Chocolate??, I am the only real loser here. Just to keep things real simple for you, both games can just be called My Personal Hell. Weeeeeeee!

This round of Pregnant Or Fat? has come to a close.

The guessing game part of my pregnancy is long gone now.  No longer do I have to worry that people are wondering: "is she still fat from having a baby or is she pregnant again? Wasn't she always fat? I've only known her as fat". Well, screw you.
It's official and obvious to even the legally blind that I am both pregnant and fat. Thanks for playing.