1569 I'm Lamazed

Perhaps this iPhone stuff is going a little too far. You know, that whole "there's an app for that" thing. Because they’ve now hit the ultimate human app—procreation and it's manifestations.
No, I'm not talking about pornography, although I'm sure one of the very first iPhone apps was spelled with 3 X's. I'm talking about actually pregnancy and the monitoring thereof.
I'm not kidding. There's an app called “Luv Dub” that lets an expectant mom share the fetus's heartbeat with friends through email and social networking sites. I love it. Twitter fibrillation.
Gives a whole new meaning to I’m all atwitter.
Luv Dub’s also set up with audio-video so every one of the e-parent’s sonogram visits can be recorded and shared.
Share this: TMI.
Another app is the Contraction Master. I know, sounds a lot like a ThighMaster but fortunately, no slightly unsettling Suzanne Summers exercising in this one. The Contraction Master app features a tiny timer to help couples monitor labor contractions. A similar app, Contraction Tracker USA, adds an alert that tells you when you should go to the hospital.
I wonder if it interfaces with internet rating sites. Somehow the one called Yelp seems appropriate. Maybe that will kick in when the baby lets out his or her first one at birth. Or possibly when the e-parents get their first hospital bill.
Or how about the pregnancy test itself? You can bet there'll soon be an app for that. Especially with the new waterproof iPhones. Just hold it under a certain bodily liquid.
Plus or minus, pink or blue. There's an app for that. The iPregancy Test. Or is that the E-pregnancy test?
Putting the E in EPT...
America, ya gotta love it.