Although you guys had many excellent suggestions for how to dress a whale of a pregnant woman for Halloween (honestly, itsgrimupnorth - how was I supposed to find a dragon costume for a 6'2" man???), in the end we plumped for:
Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie (with token multi-cultural baby).
LK as usual, slapped on a trilby and a pair of cool retro sunglasses, and voila, Brad Pitt. Damn that boy is pretty.
I donned a $10 acrylic wig and an at-maximum-capacity black minidress and was somewhat surprised I wasn't automatically transformed in to Angelina Jolie. Hmm. Apparently it's not that easy to slap a bit of red lipstick on, pout, and instantly become one of the top ten hottest women of Hollywood. What a shocker. Still, we were somewhat recognizable, particularly with princess Shiloh in tow:
This is me attempting to do trout-lips.
Lipstick on a pig springs to mind.
I definitely came to the conclusion that it's a good job I was born a blonde, because with a black wig I am so pale all my features disappear and my face looks like an Eskimo's arse with nostrils.
Still, my rack, *wow*. At 7 months pregnant the girls are starting to require separate zip codes. From the neck up I may have looked like a transvestite on crack, but no-one was looking at my face, let me just tell you.