Bullwinkle would make a good baby

The other day, I was in an elevator at work when a patient asked me when I was due.
Me: "In about two weeks." (July 28th, in case anyone forgot).
Patient: "I hope you don't give birth to a moose!"
Me: "Uh, yeah, I hope not."
Patient: "My niece just had a baby, and it was over eight pounds!"
Me: "Well, I was 9 pounds, 8 ounces when I was born."
Patient: looks me up and down and gestures with her finger, "Yeah, but you look like your body could handle it!"
Me: "Maybe, we'll see!" and I got off the elevator, thank goodness.

I'm not all offended, because it's too much effort, but I'm kind of thinking that somehow, telling me I could handle giving birth to a moose is a bit of an insult. Are you calling me fat?

I'm not nesting, just making messes.

Today, I...

• Took Kyler to work
• Went grocery shopping
• Ran the dishwasher
• Made two pans of enchiladas
• Made two pans of lasagna
• Made the apparently now-traditional Canada Day "trifle"
• Cleaned the kitchen
• Ran the dishwasher (again)
• Took out the trash

...all before noon.

I think it's time to sit down for a while.