This morning, er afternoon, I cracked an egg and it had two yolks. I looked at all my reliable sources (the webs) and found the odds of this range from .1%-5%.
Interesting, cause these are the odds of Matt and I getting pregnant (on our own)- and, yet I just thought, “neat-o,” and then ate it like that didn’t mean anything.
I didn’t even take a picture or anything!
Food for thought….If I felt this lackadaisical about my own fertility I could lead a fuller life….
(LOL! Is it just me or do I sound like some sort of Buddha chanting Chinese proverbs? Maybe I should get a part-time job writing fortunes for fortune cookies!)