...squeaking in under the wire...

I chose to have a child.

I am glad I had a choice.

I will fight to the end of my days to support your right to choose.



(That's Blog for Choice Day. In case you were wondering how I celebrated Penguin Awareness Day, I did so by purchasing penguins for my iPod.)

EDIT: Adding this from a comment to a friend's post, her words italicized:

I know someone who was raped, got pregnant, and kept the baby in hopes that the father was her boyfriend rather than the rapist.

Reading this put me back there... not in a bad way! Just - I don't think about my personal choice very often.

I should write about that.

I hate it when people assume that because I chose to have her, especially in those circumstances, that I'm anti-abortion. No. I chose not to have an abortion. But I don't have the right to tell anyone else what to choose, what to do with their bodies. I have held women I love just before and/or just after their abortions, and I respect their choice, too.

This deserves a whole 'nother post, when I'm more awake.