Right after I decided to leave med school, Lorso, Bug and I went out to dinner at Mama Fu’s, a nearby noodle joint. I love me some Thai noodles, but I especially like Mama Fu’s because their fortune cookies have actual fortunes in them. None of this “Patience is a virtue” proverb crap that other places (hello PANDA EXPRESS) pass off as “fortunes”. Mama Fu’s fortunes are For Real Fortunes. You know, like: Tomorrow you will be hit by a bus. I actually got one once that said: A friend will offer good advice the Friday after next. See, now that’s what I’m talking about.

My decision to leave my career track was fresh, and I was only just starting the grieving process, stuck somewhere between despair and relief. When I cracked open my cookie that night, my little slip read: This year your highest priority will be your family. And BAM, my eyes welled up with tears. Just like that. I still have that fortune tucked into a picture frame that holds a picture of the three of us, the Lorso, Bug, and me.

A few weeks ago I wrote this post about how great I felt after a particularly nasty round of strep. And the setting for that magical soundtracked moment I experienced that night was - you guessed it - Mama Fu’s.

Stay with me, it gets better.

Then about a week ago, Bug, a friend and I lunched at - where else, hey! - Mama Fu’s. And Bug popped open his cookie to find this:

And what do you know? BAM. The tears, they came again. Because old Mama Fu, she struck again.

Because my family has become my priority this year.
Because the soundtrack she provided to that moment on that night a few weeks ago was perfect.
Because someone new will be coming into Bug’s life soon, and I hope that they will be great friends.

Because two days after that Golden Strep-Free day a few weeks ago, I unwrapped another fortune cookie of sorts, in my bathroom, with a pounding heart.

And my fortune read: You’re pregnant.