What's the fundamental question?

On the radio this morning this songwriter (David Grey, I think) was talking about how he writes about mortality because, "well, that's what it all comes down to, isn't it?"

For me, the fundamental question has always been, "what makes life meaningful?" But, listening to Mr. British songwriter guy, I thought that maybe not everyone agrees.

What's your "fundamental question?" That we all die? That our lives should mean something? Whether or not the universe hates us? (I'm pretty sure it *does* hate me, but that's fodder for another post another time.)

God and/or the universe hates women

I think that Albert Einstein once said that the most important question about the universe was whether or not it was friendly.

Well, Albie, chew on this:

If you're a woman and you get pregnant and you're normal, you can expect a semi-constant urge to vomit to accompany you for, oh, four months.

If you're me and you get pregnant you vomit your brains out for, oh, nine months.

Friendly my *$%.

In case the full meaning of that last post was lost on you

I am pregnant.

They told us that there was a 0% chance of us ever conceiving a baby naturally.

My other baby is only 18 months old.

Curses on fertility specialists everywhere.

If your doctor tells you you're inferitle

DON'T BELIEVE HIM!!!!!! That is how you FREAKING end up pregnant when you already have a crazy one year old! ARRRRRRRRRRRGGHHHHHHH!!!!