So I got the date for the vial used in IUI # 2, where my second pregnancy ended because of a chromosomal number defect, *maybe* because of crappy swimmers, and not any issue with me.
That vial, which may have been so very ill fated, was collected on my birthday. Of all the 365 days in the year, my birthday. I do have vials from other dates, but ironically, the one collected on that day has the highest counts.
So the date weirdness continues---the first bit was where the astrologer predicted that it was safe for me to get pregnant only after a particular date. That date was the day my baby's heart stopped beating, one year before.
My brother argues that its just random probability, you can ALWAYS find make some connection between 2 random things. One part of me knows exactly what he is talking about and tends to agree with him, that I should make absolutely nothing of it, but the more fanciful part of me just can't let it go. Which feeling would you predominantly go with, were you in my shoes?
That vial, which may have been so very ill fated, was collected on my birthday. Of all the 365 days in the year, my birthday. I do have vials from other dates, but ironically, the one collected on that day has the highest counts.
So the date weirdness continues---the first bit was where the astrologer predicted that it was safe for me to get pregnant only after a particular date. That date was the day my baby's heart stopped beating, one year before.
My brother argues that its just random probability, you can ALWAYS find make some connection between 2 random things. One part of me knows exactly what he is talking about and tends to agree with him, that I should make absolutely nothing of it, but the more fanciful part of me just can't let it go. Which feeling would you predominantly go with, were you in my shoes?
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