The little angel developed spots last night at bathtime. It was after her first brush with prunes. I'm not sure if it's at all related to the prunes, though. The scary part is that it is spreading. It started out just on her diaper area, but this morning it has moved to her face, legs, and oddly, her right pinky finger. She also seems a little raspy. I am trying to fight back visions of her throat closing off in an allergic fit while I wait impatiently for it to be close enough to nine (when the pediatrician's office opens) to whisk her off to an overcrowded waiting room. To top it off, she woke up for about an hour in the middle of the night and I forced myself to the gym at five this morning when she woke up again, so I am operating on early motherhood sort of sleep.

I'm sure it's nothing. Even if it is an allergic reaction, it is not terribly severe and will most likely go away. There are lots of mommies out there with very sick children, and I am foolish to whine over a few weird bumps. Still, I have always been a very creative thinker, which can backfire Stephen King-style with unexplained illness. I MUST KNOW WHAT IT IS!

Okay, three more minutes have passed. My beloved thinks I am crazy, or at least that is his screen. I think deep down he is secretly worried, too, and pleased to have me act out his inner dialogue so conveniently. He did ask me to look at the rash this morning before he launched into "She's fine, she's fine." But he did ask. And he did look slightly concerned when he asked.

It's a man act.

I hope she's okay. DAMN PRUNES. Never again. Who likes prunes, anyway?