Number 1: That other teacher had a video on her phone of her baby crawling and was insisting everyone (not me, thank God) watch it and of course they were obligated to ohh and ahh accordingly. I know because although I wasn’t part of the conversation (again thank God) I was close enough near by to hear it all. This means that my baby might have been crawling by now too. And that I hate her and her baby. And I hate myself for hating them.
Number 2: Today I received an email from my sperm bank asking me to take a survey on how I chose my donor. I haven’t heard from them in almost a year. I am a believer in signs. I do not think it is a coincidence that I received this email when I’m in the throes of trying to decide if I should chose a new sperm donor and go ahead. I mean…this could have come anytime in the last year, what are the chances that whoever is in charge of this thing sent it out today. The last part of the survey took me directly back to the sperm bank’s website. I admit to peeking at a few profiles. Don’t get excited…it was only a few and really only for curiosity’s sake.
OK….now I was just looking something up on a totally unrelated website and an advertisement for my fertility clinic was in the side bar of the site.
Coincidence? Or a sign? Vote now.