Where are all the moose?

Oh, Canada.

And those are the only words I know to the Canadian national anthem, but here we are north of the border in Toronto.

Josh had some training so I came along and we made a little extended trip out of it. We even went to Niagara Falls and played cheesy tourists. We have pictures, oh, we have pictures. I shall link to them when Josh gets them in a little slide show. Until then, you have to make do with this.



The embryo's first trip out of the country. How exciting.

Saturday morning, we drove to Toronto. We stopped about four times so I could pee. This from the woman of the previously steel bladder. I have been known to go an entire day without peeing. That, my friends, is a thing of the past.

Upon arriving in Toronto, we went out for a lovely steak dinner (I had salmon) with no wine. Dinner without wine is just not worth eating. It's sad, really.

Then we went to a nice place called the Beer Bistro. That's where I got really crazy and ordered a Cranberry and Soda. With a lime. Josh, yeah he had beer. But Toronto bars are very nice in that people can't smoke inside them. Lovely.

Then we watched "The Beach" and fell asleep.

Sunday was our jaunt to Niagara Falls.

Fun times. We even got rain coats and took the "Tour Behind the Falls." Ooooooh. Lookee. Water. Lots of water. That makes me want to pee.

So far, that's about it. The peeing. This morning I felt slightly icky and again this afternoon while I was dutifully eating my yogurt. It quickly passed. This of course makes me nervous. Why aren't I sick? Shouldn't I be puking? I want to puke, damnit. I want to be like everyone else.

But that's about it.

I keep looking at myself in the mirror, trying to see if the rack is getting bigger. The bra feels slightly tighter today, but that could be in my head.

Oh and I took another test today. Still positive. That's Test No. 3. Josh told me to stop, but I am an addict.