I was reading tonight that when a woman is pregnant with a girl, she holds inside of her more than just her unborn daughter. A baby girl is born with all eggs she will ever produce.
Its a different way of seeing 3 generations of women...
Once upon a time, Elizabeth Spreng was pregnant with my mom, Nancy. And baby Nancy held inside her the egg that would become me. And suddenly I felt a connection to a grandmother I never got to meet... but in some strange way I have.
This struck me as amazing and certainly something that declares that hope, glory and wonder abound!
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That is a neat and interesting thought! Especially since I had two baby girls. Thanks for sharing!
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