Saturday, December 9, 2006

Christmas

Christmas spirit, to be candid, seems light years away from my actual true state right now. I don't want anything for Christmas, I want something for March, a healthy, uncomplicated delivery of our baby. The only present I've bought so far is a blood sugar testing device for the mother (the mother of Dwight) whose Ob-Gyn Doc is on the alert for possible runaway blood sugar. These days, in contrast to earlier days, baby doctors test for everything under the sun. Drug empires must pay sums for stats re healthy deliveries. I think of baby deliveries all over the world, deliveries in 'Mangers' benign and poisonous, and feel floods of gratitude for favors received.


I've never heard conjectures about any possible embarrassment experienced by Mary and Joseph when there was no space for them found in the Inn. Today's modern mother would have a hissy fit worrying about possible infection from the bovine company. You could say Mary and Joseph were the ultimate expecting couple. He didn't grouse about all the possible 'fathers,' secure in his faith in his own Father In Heaven.


You know, whoever, who-all, wrote the New Testament must, absolutely MUST have had help from 'Above' with the writing.  Such writing!  Holy inkwell is that stuff well-written!


Barry 


 


 


 

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Gestational diabetes.  Something to be watched for, indeed.  I imagine March cannot come fast enough for you.  Merry Christmas!

Anonymous said...

oh i totally agree i think the risk of any bovine disease is a no no,i know doctors test for bloody everything,the things i had inserted would make your eyes water,they did mine !! Lets face it,the days of natural and no intervention are gone,try getting her to a birthing pool and book it now,god knows its faster delivery,less painful and no one can stick any metal implement between you and your wonderful gift,bloody doctors take care zoe xx
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