I believe in fate. I believe that what is meant to be will be no matter what. For instance, my husband's acquaintance's mother-in-law (yes, I know that's a little confusing) was killed recently through a strange turn of events. She witnessed a car crash in snowy weather and stopped to help the victim. As she was helping the first person, another person hit the crash scene, missing the MIL but went down an embankment. The MIL slid down the embankment to help the second person and a THIRD person hit the scene, slid down the hill and hit (and killed) the MIL. Not to be terribly callous about it, but my first thought was, it was her time. I mean REALLY, now. There were SEVERAL opportunities for her to lose her life that night, and the fact that the THIRD car was the one that did it makes me think that it was really, really her time to go.
So that brings me to the point of my post. This is the part where you begin to think (if you don't already) that I've gone COMPLETELY nuts.
I shop at BJ's for D's diapers. (For those of you not familiar, BJ's is a warehouse store where you can buy things in bulk and save mucho dinero.) They have their own brand of diapers, and they work really well so we've been using them for D for most of his life. After he was already in size 3 diapers, BJ's stopped carrying their own brand of size 1/2 diapers. They haven't carried them for upwards of 8 or 9 months. I was distraught. I was thinking that I was going to have to spend TONS of money to buy the next (hypothetical) baby Pampers until they were big enough for BJ's size threes.
Imagine my glee when I walked through the diaper aisle yesterday and they had size 1/2 diapers again!!! I'm so excited, and I'm hoping that fate has intervened. I mean, BJ's carrying size 1/2 diapers again HAS to mean that I'm going to get pregnant soon, right? Mmm... Don't mind the crazy girl. <---- :)
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