Soccer Mom: Unplugged

A somewhat emotional discussion follwed a post I wrote regarding an article about the possibility of degayifying in utero.  After I saw this article today on Drudge, I thought I'd post a few rather incriminating pictures (incriminating for Planned Parenthood, that is...)

By the way, our service project for the past few weeks has been to collect baby/maternity items to donate to an unabashedly pro-life foundation that offers aid to pregnant women and encourages them not to punish their unborn children for their gestational circumstance.  I know, that's a lot of loaded emotionspeak but, hey, it's my pulpit and I'll preach if I want to (to paraphrase an old song ;-)

Here goes:

Here's the little one's feet at 11 weeks.  Don't you want to just kiss those little toes?  A week before this point, week ten, the little guy or gal has been medically renamed "a fetus" and ALL of his/her body systems are formed.  From this point on the baby feels pain and is only getting bigger.

Here are those toes again, at 7 weeks...

Week nine, baby is moving around now, even if mom can't feel it.  If the disproportionate head makes you think you can ignore the humanity of this precious little being, let me warn you - I had a child who was still this dispropotionate at birth.  Took him almost 4 years to grow into that noggin!  He had the doctor's worried and underwent many a test only to find out that he simply had a very big head - and apparently superior intellect - He'll be 5 this week and has been reading for a couple of years.  Smartypants!

My baby, noggin boy's little sister also completes another trip around the sun this week.  She'll be 2, can you believe it?  Time for another one.... LOL!

In modern American society where many, if not most families are comprised of only 1 or 2 children, I am always assaulted by the complete lack of common courtesy displayed by people who say idiotic things like "Four kids!  Are you done?"  "You're not having any more are you?"  Or the absolute worst "Wow!  3 boys!  You've got your hands full!"

To the invasions of my personal life, I often use the response a dear friend offered when she was suffering fools during her fifth pregnancy. "We're not stopping 'til we get an ugly one. [Holds up youngest child] And isn't she cute?"

The comments about boys being challenging are especially unwelcome now that my sons understand them.  A few years ago, after a complete stranger felt compelled to express her heartfelt sympathies for my having to raise the little males, my oldest son, then about 6, asked me with tears in his eyes, "Mom, is it really too hard to have so many little boys?"  I almost walked back into the store to backhand that old hag.  I don't need sympathy, thank you.  I have been blessed to give life to four of the most beautiful of God's creations and don't you forget it!  I know I never do.

Anyway, I know, I've derailed from the abortion issue, but the mindset that children are a burden, that somehow, life is about being free of them, that is pervasive.  And it's tragic.  In utero or not.