What sound does a moose make?

Whaaa? Mooo? Mowha? I don't know. I have never really heard a moose make a noise before. However, I do know that due to my ever expanding everything that I have graduated from heffer status to moose (does that make me a sow?).

Contrary to what I believed about the lack of weight gain as a result of my eating binge while in NS, it seems that I did manage to gain 10 pounds since my last pre-natal check-up.

My last check-up was the day before my NS food extravaganza. Four weeks ago today. So my days of bragging that I was only gaining a pound a week are officially over and I think it is safe to say that I ate my words... mmmm, are words covered in chocolate? but I still reason that I was weighed this morning pre BM and post breakfast, which should account for a couple of pounds, right? Or maybe my days of cupcakes, perogies, and reece cereal have finally caught up to me... well actually I think they passed me because if they caught up to me some of the weight probably would have went on my rear, and to my despair it has been all frontal... can't I have a bum just once in my life?

However, my midwife was not concerned by my weight gain, telling me that it is nothing to worry about as I still look and feel good... did I somehow forget to mention to her that my back has been killing me? or that I make so many bathroom trips in the night that an eight hour sleep is only accomplished if I actually go to bed at 10 pm and get up for the day at 10 am the next morning?... I think not. Indeed I did tell her these things, but once again "they are normal parts of pregnancy." Boooo-urns.

On that note, if when complaing about my overly frequent urination, I happen to hear "it's just preparation for when baby arrives," one more time, I think I might actually piss in the bed, just to see if I get the same response... because I don't ever remember requiring this much preparation for anything.

Other than the shocking midwife appointment, I have been battling my baby brain that always seems to be getting worse (does it ever get better?) and despite this, have started a new two month course in school. I figured, why not put something else on my plate? In the syllubus it says that a clear memory will help you succeed in this course.... I read this and then quickly sent my professor an e-mail explaining that although a bright and dedicated (so I fudged the truth a little) student, I cannot meet his requirements of having a clear memory, I am toooooo baby brained (didn't he read my blog about my undies?)... although he never responded to this portion of my e-mail request, he didn't comment either, so I guess all I can do is be confident with the fact that I gave him a heads up :)

For my birthday extravaganza weekend I thought it was necessary to go swimming and found my lop-sided belly rather amusing.