I am told this is "a thing," these little fertility-themed good luck trinkets I've subconsciously stashed around the house; in my office, in the bedroom, in the Christmas tree, even. It's as natural as, say, Oscar hoarding every single rawhide bone you give him, keeping them close without ever eating them. It's like he's willing them to multiply and that's exactly what I'm doing: willing us to multiply.
The only things I've purchased recently are some sparkly bird nests with two eggs in each. I thought they'd go well in my peacock nest on the mantle but I suppose the fact that I've constructed a nest on the mantel (this is someone who doesn't even really like birds) means I've probably been obsessing about this fertility thing. Well, duh. I just didn't expect it to be the driving inspiration for my holiday decorating but here we are.
I had some tasty egg salad for lunch. Now it's getting serious.
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