Thursday, November 19, 2009

Giraffe Flu

Trying to read Christian history is driving me batty. I just don't want to read it and study for my test. Since I was having such a hard time concentrating, I turned on some National Geographic Channel documentaries. Hulu had a new one on Swine Flu. Pretty much we're all screwed. Not really, but you would think so after watching the show. Also, face masks that people wear don't really do much. You'd need real surgical masks.

The program did get me thinking. I've made Joey promise that if I ever become patient zero for a disease (since I'd probably die from it) that the disease will be named Giraffe Flu. Those giraffes in the Omaha Zoo will rue the day that they ate my graham cracker. It's just plain rude.

In other medical news, the idea of labor and delivery, I've recently discovered, does not freak me out as much as it does other people. Not sure why. But I did read the sweetest facebook status from a person that I kinda know from church which basically read, "When I woke up this morning and opened my eyes I smiled because I remembered that I was a mama" (she had her first baby at like 3 am this morning). That made me smile because it's such a sweet picture and idea that after all the chaos of being pregnant and all the future chaos of parenting that so much love can still exist.

But not for the giraffes.

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