Two of them actually ...
I have experienced two truely peculiar coincidences.

Long time lurker, first time poster. /waves

When I was 18 years of age, I used to like walking through graveyards. Not through any misery-gluttonous emo-hood or anything. I just found graveyards beautiful, peaceful places.

One afternoon, I found a four leaf clover in the graveyard. Score! On hallowed ground and all! That must be super duper lucky. So I trotted home and laminated the clover along with a small piece of paper with the date and location of the extraordinary find. I used this lovely thing as a bookmark for many years, and then packed it away when my adventures began.

Several years past, I travelled, found a great job, met the man of my dreams, had enough sense to realise it and marry him and had a pair of lovely kids.

One day, whilst looking for something else, I found the clover bookmark again.

When I proudly showed my beloved husband the clover, he boggled at the date displayed beside it. "Que? That was the date that I flew into the country for the first time."

How cool is that. The very day my future husband landed on the soil of my home country, the very same soil yielded a symbol of great luck.


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And the second truely peculiar coincidence concerns our firstborn daughter, who has displayed extraordinary moments of (often uncomfortable) clairvoyance.

When bub no. 2 had been confirmed by that generally unpleasant poking, prodding and scanning of which obstetricians are so fond, we decided to break the news to the firstborn. The conversation went something like this.

"Firstborn?"
"Yes Mummy?"
"Would you like a baby brother or a sister?"

I was expecting (boom boom) a response of yes or no at this point. She mulled it over in her pretty little three year old head and said;

"Baby sister."

I was somewhat taken aback by this response and tried to explain that it could possibly be a little brother. But no no! She knew it was a baby sister and would not be dissuaded.

The peculiar thing is, the ultrasound technician lady who proved Firstborn right, said that older siblings are uncannily accurate at predicting the sex of unborn infants. With a much higher rate of success than mere chance.

Odd.
(Que?, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 4:55, 7 replies)

One step further..
My mother used to tell the story, now I do, of how as a four year old I told the neighbours I was having a baby brother for Xmas, just after my birthday in March.
(You know the sort of thing: "What did you get for your birthday?" "I'm getting a brother for Xmas.")
One neighbour congratulated my mum on the news.
Problem was my mum hadn't been sure she was pregnant at that point.
My brother was born December 22nd.
(paof2 Nude might not be rude, but rude could be nude..., Fri 4 Jul 2008, 5:27, closed)

Now i'm sorry
but did you really have to marry a frenchman?
(Freddles, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 5:36, closed)

Ahhh ... the old medieval family planning calendar.
Stumbled into that one myself.

Secondborn bub was born on Jan 3 and was stupidly overdue.

Easter is a major pagan fertility festival masquerading as Jesus-ain't-actually-dead day.

It is a curious thing to note that repeated humpings over said fertility festival result in arrival of an infant at the other major event in the pagan/Christian calendar. Christmas!

So, Easter and Christmas are precisely 40 weeks, or an average human gestation period, apart. Coincidence?

I think not.
(Que?, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 5:52, closed)

50:50 chance
My mate tossed a coin once and I predicted that it was 'heads'. How weird is that?
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 8:23, closed)

^
This.
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 9:33, closed)

Right, i'm off to my local village graveyard to look for a 4 leafed clover
I could do with some luck
( Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 12:46, closed)

Firstborn predictions
My firstborn was right!
She said we're getting a monster.


badum tish
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 1:42, closed)