Today I learned about eggs – and not of the cream variety.
As a side note, I love cream eggs and I wish I could eat one right now.
What I learned today is that women are born with a specific number of eggs and when we run out, we run out. No hopping off to the shops for more. No phoning up to place an order. When we are done, we are done. End of.
I had never given much thought to the matter and was surprised to learn of this fact. The bottom line is that we do not accrue any eggs during our lifetimes. Not one. Not even one so teeny and tiny that it could slip through the net. You just get what you get and that is it.
I found my new learnings to be both freaky and fascinating. Or FF, as I like to call it.
My first FF moment occurred when I discovered that the egg fertilized by my dad to create little me was already inside my mum when she was born.
The second was when I realised that the ‘egg of me’ was inside my mum when she was inside her mum.
In essence, I was inside my grandma.
Personally, I am not very taken with the idea.
Nonetheless, I have decided that it’s good to know the facts and I hoped to learn more in the time to come.
J x
(Shared from my old diaries)
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