Toughy

Punkeroo has some sort of... intestinal distress. The combination of teething and flu shot (take away my crunch badge!!) and whatever germs I'm always carrying around from work made it inevitable, I think. But I don't think she's ever had it before. Ick.

Of course, taking her to Friendly's and giving her waffle fries was probably not the smoothest move of the day. She went to bed with a dinner of toast and bananas and tomorrow I think we'll bland it up big time and try to kick this to the curb. Poor thing. She's fine and normal until it sneaks up on her, and she's getting an awful rash because of it and cries when I wipe her. SO SAD.

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A friend of mine is in a tough spot and is terminating a pregnancy. In this circle of friends, it seems like a lot of women have terminated pregnancies. Politically I am so pro-choice it's not even funny, and I would totally do anything at all to support a friend. But gah, it was such an ordeal for me to get pregnant that I can't even fathom getting pregnant by accident. It's all very "that does not compute."

Also I'm personally pro-life. And it's hard for me. I'm not saying it's not hard for my friend, or that it's in some way harder for me (oh hells no), but it stings a little. And leaves me feeling a little like an outsider. So I've been quiet.

But I'm still here loving and supporting, mama.

International baby

In other news, I got an e-mail from my grandfather today. It was a forward from one of his nieces in Sao Paulo, and it was an excerpt from a photo calendar she must be using - you know, the kind where you can upload a picture for each month and make personal calendars. Well, anyway, he forwarded me the month of November 2008 and there is a picture of Punk from her birthday party.

I am so tickled that relatives I have never met in Brazil have pictures of my daughter! How freaking awesome is that?