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5.October.1980, Sunday, (My birthday -310 days):
On 5.October.1980, Sunday, my father had produced the semen that would be half of me soon.
He produced 1000 sperms every second of his life and I was the lucky one out of 500 million sperm he sent on their way in the conceivement. You may find interesting to know that if he had drunk (or not drunk) coffee on this Sunday morning, I might had been born completely as someone else (for instance in the opposite sex) as caffeine changes the speed of male sperms.
20.October.1980, Monday (My birthday -295 days):
Today my mother was at her last menstrual cycle and started building up the egg, that will be the other half of me.
After today, she will not have this cycle again for a very long time (thanks to me!). She spent Monday as moody, anxious, short-tempered and you should be glad, you were not around her that day!
4.November.1980, Tuesday (My birthday -280 days):
My mother’s egg was ready to build the other half of me and my father and my mother got together to make me (this is an approximate).
But there is still no “me” around so don’t get excited much. It can take several hours for my father’s sperm to reach my mother’s egg and now it is just on its way out.
5.November.1980, Wednesday (My birthday -279 days):
Out of 500 million sperm on their way to my mother’s egg, the sperm which built me won the race by coming first and the sperm and the egg is became one to make my very first cell. Do you see how lucky my half (the sperm) was by winning coming up first among 500 million other rivals? Never tell me I’m not lucky anymore!
We can call Wednesday, 5.November.1980 as my “first day alive” because this is when I was a living entity, an embryo, congratulations! Although I was just a 1 cell creature today my unique DNA is also formed so my future destiny like my sex, height, physical apperance, intelligence, characteristic and vulnability to certain dissesases is already been determined.
19.November.1980, Wednesday (My birthday -265 days):
If my mother was an intelligent women, she would have suspected that she was pregnant at 19.November.1980, Wednesday. She was not very sure yet but she was suspicious. We hope she was excited and joyed, not worried.
26.November.1980, Wednesday (My birthday -258 days):
Today my mother was telling my father about her pregrancy and he was perhaps celebrating to be a daddy!
Day 26.November.1980, Wednesday is also important in that, my heart had pumped for the first time today. We don’t know if it is a coincedence that my father learned about me in the very day, my heart first pumped!
10.February.1981, Tuesday (My birthday -182 days):
My parents could have lawfully got an abortion until 10.February.1981, Tuesday so this is also an important day of my life. Today they decided I should live!
11.August.1981, Tuesday(My birthday):
I was born to a cruel world. Happy birthday little buddy! We hope you remember to enjoy your life which was a big journey from day minus 310 to today.
(cortesia de pokemybirthday.com)
I have a question: “Is it possible to miss someone you have never met before? or miss something you have never possessed before? or miss doing something you have never experienced before?”
I ask so because I believe I do, and it’s not something you wish, desire or dream of…. it’s a weird feeling that let’s you know there is something missing.
I believe there is a hole to be filled and that is causing that feeling. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m calmed, happy, and enjoying many things I couldn’t before. However, that feeling of weirdness remains, waiting to be taken care of.
I have a vague idea of what it is, but it’s not up to me yet to do something about it.
I can live with it for a little while longer, when it becomes annoying, we’ll do something about it
Don’t get me wrong, as I’ve said before, I’m truly grateful for all of the blessings I’ve had in my life, my I still ask myself this question: “what makes my story special?” I like to believe that my existence in this world is meant to be special. Out of all the times, out of all the places, out of all of the odds against my existence, I’m still here, that must mean something right? I can only keep hoping that eventually I’ll get to see the reason of my existence and not be disappointed of it.