ugh.

It's been one heck of a ride for the Hadfields lately. As of today, we've been slogging through a case of the stomach "flu" for a full week. Daniel and Joe are (mostly) over it, but the rest of us are still yucky.

So. Much. Fun.

In spite of all that, I've got two particular things to be grateful for this morning:

#1: The events of this week have cured me of my strong impatience to have the baby early. She's welcome to take her time now. Heck, I won't even complain if she comes late. I really want us all to be healthy and to get the puke smell out of my house before she makes her arrival.

#2: I'm grateful I'm not a giraffe. Did you know that giraffes are pregnant for 15 months and that they give birth to 6 foot tall, 150 lb. newborns? Or that they give birth standing up, so the baby giraffe makes a 6 or so foot drop to the ground upon his/her entry to the world?

Thud.

(the birth junkie in me feels obligated to note that standing can be a great position for giving birth, provided there is someone available to catch the baby.)

for the quote board:

"Daniel, are you tremendous cold?"
~Lincoln (after messing around with the temperature controls in the shower)

"There's poop on the loose!!"
~Lincoln
(the lesson we learned today: there is such a thing as too much Raisin Bran for Jack)