Palm Reading

So, I'm not a big believer of palm reading or anything like that, but I thought it'd be fun to go to one while I was in New Orleans for a business trip a couple of weeks ago. (The conference that I was working had a social one evening at Mardi Gras World; it included an amazing group of drummers, palm and tarot card readers, a couple of bands, and even fireworks.) I figured since it was free, I might as well try it, since if I ever had to pay for it I'd probably never do it.

After standing in line for an hour and a half or so...

The reader sat me down and hovered her hands over my palms, stroking the air, and asked "do you have any questions for me?"

"Tell me about babies!"
"Oh! You want them? When do you want them?"
"Oh, a year ago or so, heh."
"...Well, you don't have any barriers, you should be fine."
"That's true - it's not me, it's my husband."
"Ah, yes! So what are you doing about it so far?"
"We think that IVF is probably our only option..."
"I see that being successful once; but I see you having a few babies; it looks like all your husband really needs is a little help and then he'll be fine. And then you can have a whole baseball team if you want."

She also found ovals on my palms, which I guess represent something incredibly emotionally stressful and difficult that I've been protecting myself from; and that it happened a long time ago because I had the ovals on both hands. She told me that I'm very fertile (based on the striations of the crease between my pinkie and my hand) and that I'm frustrated about something in my marriage (based on a crease between my first and middle fingers of my right hand). She attributed that to the infertility too.

The rest of the night was kind of melancholy; just talking about it with a stranger felt kind of weird and sad, and renewed my disappointment that I was hundreds of miles from my husband during that cycle's fertile time. And though I still don't really believe that palm reading is truth, it was still worth my hour and a half wait just for the experience.