The Number 27

Numbers have always been big in my family. We kind of believe that we each have a special number that tends to come up a lot in our lives. Growing we always used by dads number, 33, it was his number playing softball, we would play it on lottery tickets, and if something had 33 on it or in it, we believed it was fate. You could say it is a funny coincidence that in one of Nate's baby pictures with his Grandpa he is wearing a tiny jersey with the number 33.

As we got older, though, Cristy and I each wanted our own numbers, and our birth dates quickly became popular. Today my number is 27 and Cristy's is 23. Its another funny coincidence that we will both turn those ages this year on our birthdays of the same date. Its also another funny coincidence that I am 27 weeks pregnant this week. I turn 27, on the 27th, while 27 weeks pregnant. Pretty cool, huh? I personally like to believe that when you are on the wrong path in life things just never seem to add up. You have a run of bad luck. Everything just seems out of place. But, when you are on the 'right' path in life (destiny perhaps? or maybe just truly following your heart) things seem to align. You have a run of good luck. And in my case, my numbers always seem to align. As they have this week. I certainly feel like I have finally found my way back to my path. It took a lot of hard work, suffering, and perseverance, to get here. And perhaps its just a little reassuring gesture from my unconscious that I believe the numbers in my life mean something. I certainly do not claim to know the answer to this.

Are numbers a message from the universe? Maybe. Just a random coincidence? Possibly. A fun way to look at life? Absolutely!

On a side note, Nate and I went baby shopping for the first time to find our crib and register. We are doing the nursery in a beach theme. White wainscoting, bright blue walls, a palm tree on the wall, and other beachy fun! We came home with a little booty for the crib.....