All of my Rabbi’s tell me there are no coincidences. I don’t mind believing them. It’s life’s little traffic cone that reminds you we are still alive, and blood is pumping through our veins. So when i found out this pregnancy has the expected due date of August 3 (my birthday) i took this as a pleasant sign from G-d that our little traffic cones are set up in a pleasant order. When i found out this pregnancy is of the female gender I felt G-d laugh.
Oh bless the world. My parents had to deal with me and now, i have to deal with a mini-me?
My mom informed me that when she was pregnant with me, she obsessively ate mangoes. Which helped explain my mango obsession. An obsession great enough that I actually have a framed picture of a mango hanging in our entry way. Which explains why, during my bachelorette party, all of my guests wore shirts with a drawing of a mango splashed across their breasts.
So you can imagine how i felt this week when I began obsessively eating dried mangoes myself. If the thought of raising a daughter in this rough world wasn’t enough for me to finish my stockpile of Rolaids and tums, then i just went into an existential spin when i caught myself gnawing on the last of the dried mangoes.
It seems to me that come the end of the Jerusalem summer, I’m going to meet my match.
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