Signs

 

Just over a month ago (before I knew I was pregnant) I was at a horse festival in Illinois. As I was leaving the grounds for the evening, I looked down and in the middle of the sawdust and mud I saw a little pink bow. One that you'd put in a baby's hair. I thought hmmm... I wonder if this is a sign that I'm pregnant? I popped it in my bag and pretty much forgot about it. 

About a week after I found out I was pregnant I was at the farmers' market with one of my best friends, Taryn. I found a little pink sock on the ground, picked it up and placed it on the nearest table. Taryn grabbed my hand and said, "I think I know what that means!" My mind flashed back to the little pink bow.

A couple of nights ago, I was playing around with a baby name generator on-line. You enter your last name and it spits out a first and middle name. I thought it would be fun (it's probably stealing my identity as I type). The very first girl name it generated was "Ashly Taryn Zitske."

And today I popped into a co-workers office for a mid-afternoon pick-me-up disguised as a handful of M&Ms. I looked at the dozen or so in my hand and found one pink M&M sticking out among the normal oranges, reds, greens and browns. I looked at my co-worker and said, "I got a pink one." She said, "That's weird because I only ever put in the regular bags."

Now if I were a superstitious woman I might think all these signs add up to something. But for now I'll just assume the world is trying to tell me that I have a healthy peanut growing inside of me and I should be happy with that!