something better to do than blog...?

I want to test my ability to pull a post out of my ass. No, I don't have a stick up there (we can talk about that some other day if you'd like).. I mean a blog post.

I thought I wanted to write, but all my inspired ideas are failing me now. This is the third 'new post' I've opened in the last 60 seconds. I'd better save my humdingers for when I've got at least half a brain operating.

I guess I'm not in the mood for anything that requires coherent thought.

stupid is as stupid does....

Really?? Is this ex-Petroleum Engineer (and physics major) actually admitting to typing the question, Why do we feel lighter in water? into the Google search engine?

Momma floating at 9 months pregnant!

Top answer: Water is denser than air.

Well, duh!  (apparently Momma is getting as thick as two short planks!) 

Of course I already knew the answer.... Ah-hem. Well, once upon a time, I did....! 

Anyway, the question I was actually driving at was,

How come preggo Momma floats more easily (than not preggo Momma) when I'm 40lbs heavier, huh?

I didn't Google this. This next bit of science is ALL me.

It's simple, (really). In spite of all evidence to the contrary (i.e. fatter and stupider), my density while pregnant is less. With a tummy full mainly of water - and a vast increase in body fat - even though my mass and volume both increased, my volume went up MORE, so my d=m/v went down!

Booyah! See, I told you - piece of cake.

Getting the green light for some red light action!

*sigh.

What a fiasco that final trip to the OB/Gyn office turned out to be!

I'd debated (in my head) about whether or not the postpartum visit would be worth the gas money or even the stress of taking baby girl out on a car ride exceeding 15 minutes!

It was already paid for, so why the hell not, was the winning argument of the debate. Oh yeah, that - and the minor issue of birth control, which cropped up last week following a Crimson Tide!

Incidentally, NONE of my babies have liked being in the car - so much for short-cutting bedtime with a drive around the village.

Anyway, after lots of shushing, key jangling, car seat wiggling and only ONE stop - we pulled up at the OBs right on time (4:00pm).