Yesterday she told us that we will in fact be pinned May 11th, 2010.
The number eleven didn't hold any significance, for me, until 2003. I call it my "eleven prophecy". That year and ever since then, there have been a number of times where the number eleven has popped up in one way or another.
That year was mine and Big B's 11th wedding anniversary. Prior to our anniversary, on August 11th, I found out I was pregnant. I miscarried September 11th (not a great day all around). If I were to have had the baby he or she would have been born sometime around LB's 11th birthday. No, I wasn't eleven weeks along, just a mere 8.
Little things here and there happen centered around the number eleven. Often times when I look at the clock it is 11 past the hour.
My mother's birthday is June 11th, and my father's is in November, the eleventh month.
My birthday is 01/30/1971. 1+3+1+9+7+1=22 What is half that number? Speaking of 22, that's how old I was when I had LB. Twenty-two is a multiple of eleven.
If I sat here long enough I could think of all of the other coincidences.
One of the biggest would be, I started my last semester of nursing school January 11th and will be pinned May 11th.
Now I must end here, and go take care of some reading and schoolwork or that last tidbit won't necessarily come true!