Eggs are everywhere at this time of the year, with connotations of chocolate, new beginnings and if you’re religious, Jesus’ resurrection.
In Indonesia, eggs to eat are apparently quite hard to come by as most people let them hatch into little chicks to eat.
Eggs are so cool – they grow into little things once fertilised, whether they be frogs, chicks or human babies.
My eggs have had their day and so I no longer have any left to fertilise. But luckily we live in an age where I can use another woman’s instead. This is so 21st century, don’t you think?
It doesn’t matter to me whose egg I use as the resulting embryo will be mine and my husbands.
I would have loved to have had one of my sisters’ eggs but have had no offers. I have therefore decided to send them cards inviting them to offer but explaining that no offense will be taken if they don’t wish to do so. This is in a bid to banish the aforementioned (earlier blog) elephant in the room.
Doing this will put this little issue to bed while avoiding over egging the issue (pardon the pun) – Easter is the perfect time I think to do this – new beginnings and all that.