I'm not superstitious.
Take Rabbits feet - I figure that if a rabbit has lost its feet then it is hardly lucky. So I don't hold any stock with that old wives tales.
And I don't walk under ladders if I think that a builder is going to drop paint on my head or look down my cleavage - not because I think that it is bad luck.
My lucky underwear simply consists of things that don't have to be turned inside out to be clean.
But I have found, certainly before I had to have the coil inserted and sex might had produced an offspring, I was touching wood much more frequently than previously. (Make of that what you will.)
The other thing that I cannot help but react to is magpies. Do you know that rhyme?
One for sorrow
Two for joy
Three for a girl
Four for boy
To counteract this 'curse' of the one magpie you have to salute the magpie. So I find myself, just casual like, brushing my hair out of my eyes. And coughing out "Morning Mr Magpie". Then I see two and I'm convinced that good things'll follow.
What is it that convinced me? When my sister was pregnant she called me after her 20 week scan:
"Guess the sex?"
I looked up there were 4 magpies perched on a tree, normally two is the maximum.
"How did you know?!"
"The magpies told me. Now I have believe them on everything."
So it is a bit tenuous but, talking of counting rhymes, nip over to Fertility Authority and check out my top ten of infertility.
Oh, never mind, I'm wasted on you lot. Wasted I tell you.