Saturday, Jan 17, 2009

A Womb of My Own

With windchill, it hit -10 F last night. And our house is chilly too, even though the space heater has been running nonstop for days. So except for getting food, I've stayed in bed all morning, reading.

Whence comes my fascinating fact of the day: since baby girls are born with all the eggs they'll ever have, part of each of us was inside our maternal grandmother's uterus.

My mom's mom died 15 years before I was born, but half of my genetic material resided inside her for nine months.

Intellectually, I have no problem understanding this. But somehow my mind is irrevocably blown by this fact of biology.