Tomorrow is my mom's birthday. My mom's FIFTY-FIFTH birthday.
Want to know something really neat that amazes me all the time about my mom? There was a time when half of my son was living inside of her. I'm guessing the awesome half. Weird, right?
When a mommy loves a daddy very much and they do the tickletickle laydown, a tiny babyseed gets planted into the mommy's tum-tum. If that baby is a little girl, all of her seedeggs develop inside of her tum-tum while she is still growing inside of her mommy.
33 years ago, that little baby girl was me, and one of my tiny little eggs was Jake.
Neat, right?
It's one of the reasons I cried when I found out that Jake was a boy.
Because I would never carry his children.
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It's funny, I always think about that. Like, my grandkids are upstairs taking a nap right now. Or at least, half of them is (are?). Weird!
P.S. Your description of the tickletickle laydown is absolutely priceless. I will file this away for when Liv asks where babies come from.
So I am carrying my grandkids? Mark that down as something that I never thought about before.
Happy Birthday to Lora's mommy. And congrats on the awesomely successful tickletickle laydown 33+change years ago that brought us Jake!
That is neat :) even though my MIL thinks she's the closest thing to my daughter LOL closer than me even hahahahha!!! BTW we get along just fine, but still sometimes Ugh...
Last year for your moms 54th birthday Brian and I bought her a cake with a candle number on it saying she was sixty something.
Oh UGH! No wonder my kids are so weird. Thank gawd they won't propagate any more of us from my side.
This kind of thing ber-lows my mind.
OMG! Holy cow! Where do you come up with these things? That is just weird for me to think about. At one time I carried my daughters children inside of me. Wow. That is going to take a while to wrap my brain around.
Ok...I can't wrap my mind around this! Stuff like that boggles my mind.
Happy Birthday to your momma!
This is so incredibly sweet. I have to admit I cracked up at that last line. :)
That's... wow. Ok, I get it now. It's still sorta weird to think of that. Happy Birthday to your mom though!
it's Friday afternoon and you're making my head hurt.
Funny though, because I always tell my girls that before they were in my 'tummy' they were in my heart and in their Omi (my mother)'s heart. WHICH I know isn't exactly true, it's kinda true.
And now it's quittin' time and I'm going home.
see you Monday!
This is amazing stuff I tell ya, I was adopted and genetics simply fascinate me!
Only you, Lora!
But don't cut yourself out of carrying [half of] Jake's kids. He developed all his spermatagonia while doing time on the inside and those are the predecessor cells to sperm which will account for half your future grandkids. Doesn't sound as good though does it?! The path isn't as direct and obvious as in the case of a girl.
LOL. Your description of the tickletickle is just fab.
If you mean that you have weird deep thoughts that "normal" people don't have? Yeah, that would be me. I have a post coming up about that. I love you for your weird deep thoughts. :-)
Wish I had your tickletickle story about 20 years ago. I love it! I'll save this for the grandkids!
Happy Birthday to your mom!
You are truly a twisted person and that is why I love you!
Hey, thanks for the bop, but I don't know what to do? Amy and I were trying to figure that out????
Wow, that's very interesting. Guys don't think about those types of things...for obvious reason. Very insightful, though.
Hey, little girl. Did you want to know...a seecret?
Cause I know one, and it is sooooo good to hear it.
You want to know what it schwas?
Alright, I'll tell you what it schwas.
I know.....how to caount....alllll de way to schfifty five.
...and I will tell you how to do it.
Faster than you can say, "Poopty Peupty pants".
You ready to hear it, baby?
Arrrright.
Schwam.
Doo.
Two an heif.
Scheven.
Schfourteen-teen.
Schwenty-one.
Schwenty-seven heif.
Twenty seven, thirty seven, "WHAT YOU SAYYYY?!"
Shiggity schwove,
Schwifty-five.
Shiggity Schwat,
Schfifty-five.
Shiggity shiggity schwove,
Schwifty-five.
Shiggity shiggity schwove,
Schfifty-five.
Girlfriend's Age: Schfifty-five.
My IQ: Schwifty-five.
You must pay....5 + 5 is fifty, fifty, fifty!!
Schfifty-five!
Shiggity shiggity,
Schfifty-five!
Schwhatiewhat?
Schfifty-five,
My IQ is schfifty-five.
Shiggity shiggity,
Schwifty-five.
Schwagity,
Schfifty-five.
Schwat? Shiggity schwat, schfifty, schfifty, schwat.
Come on girl, when you add 5+5,
Come on girl, fifty five, do that fifty five.
Come on girl, come on girl, shake your butt, you aix.
Fifty five, fifty five, now lets do the saix! Cmon...
Schfifty-five!
Shiggity shiggity,
Schfifty-five!
Schwhatiewhat?
Schfifty-five,
Shiggity shiggity...
Schfifty-five.
Shiggity shiggity,
Schwifty-five.
Schwagity,
Schfifty-five.
What you say? What you say? Cmon girl, fifty five!
Shiggity, schfifty-five
Cmon girl, schfifty-five.
What you say?! Schfifty-five
What you say?! Schfifty-five
Cannot hear you! Schfifty-five
My ear cant..Schfifty-five.....do it...
Shiggity, shiggity, schwaggity, shiggity, schwou?
Schfifty-five.
Happy B to your mom!
Not wanting to be the jerk here, science does not quite work like you have suggested.
Nevertheless, Happy Birthday to your Mom!
Lora -- I never knew that. and can not wait to tell my mom. such a sweet thing!
And now I am a little bummed that I never changed LL's babies...
Well this certainly wasn't where I expected this post to go.
I can't decide if I think that this is one of most incredible and beautiful things I've ever read, or if I'm going to hurl.
Which says abolutely nothing about you, because you are quite wonderful, and a great deal about me, because I am a freak who is grossed out by reproductive biology. Except the tickletickle laydown part.
This is a great post. I loved it.
okay, so Adorable Girlfriend set me straight. Apparently "There are a minor fraction of eggs that are generated after birth. As such, there is potential that an ova was not available at birth.". So there is a minor fraction of a chance that I wouldn't have been carrying my grandchildren. But still. There is a major fraction of a chance that I would be!
I remember when I was pregnant with my daughter and I told my mom that there was a time she had both me and my daughter in her baby parts, she thought i was weird.
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