My friend Nour pointed out that this is my 100th blog post! Yeah!
Not just a required class I have yet to take for my degree, but an interesting topic. Even to some of those non-biology people. Right? It (literally) affects who we are and the generations before and after us. It raises questions such as… Why am I this short? Will my kids have blue eyes and brown hair? Or maybe a red-head?
And if you passed biology you know that half of your chromosomes are from Mom, and half are from Dad. But exactly what came from where? Genetic variation is quite amazing to think about.
I’ve thought about my genetic makeup many times and I have some
scientifically valid ideas…
[FYI: I am not going through each of my 25,000-ish genes.]
Source of Genes: Dad
Oftentimes my thumb naturally finds itself in a comfortable position, tucked under my fingers or sometimes between fingers. I’ve actually wondered why it did it, until recently…I noticed my Dad doing the same thing. It clicked!
I also think I got my ice crunching habit from my Dad. He used to chew ice a lot when he was able. Or perhaps I’m fixated in the oral stage (Freud’s psychosexual stage theory, thought I’d throw some psych in here.)
My non-existent sense of direction. We could get lost in… our own house.
He passed onto me the Merenghi nose. I hope it’s not dominant, if noses could be categorized as such, for my future kids’ sake.
My universal donor type blood….which they say leads to a higher chance of…
Ulcers. I still don’t know for sure, but I think I have/had them. He has had them.
Still pending… Did I inherit the extra room in my mouth for wisdom teeth?
Our perfectionist nature
Source of Genes: Mom
I may or may not have the hyper ovulation gene. TMI? She is a fraternal twin (and has twin cousins), so if her mom has the gene and passed it on to my mom, she may have passed it on to me…you know how that goes. It means that I would release two eggs instead of one, increasing chances of twins. Only time will tell…
Speaking of babies, she said labor and delivery was so easy she could do it for a living. No pain medicine, extremely fast delivery, no complications. Please??
Her wisdom teeth never came in… hey, that’s even better than the idea of them fitting in my mouth!
Crypts in tonsils… which in turn causes tonsillitis (you’ve heard me mention that.) And while I’m at it, add in scoliosis. Could’ve done without, Mom!
The must-sleep-for-hours gene. Oh and I think dreaming traits are hereditary; we often remember our vivid dreams.
An attraction to men with names beginning with the letter R and containing four letters.
You didn’t happen to pick up on the fact that I don’t want to go through wisdom teeth surgery? (The dentist said I have none in my lower mouth, but some in the upper mouth, still in the gums. I don’t know if they’ll have to be removed or not.)
…Oh, and that I have not taken genetics.