Raise your hand if you remember getting an egg to carry around for a week during sex ed.  looks around Yep, I did too.  I also remember being a little put off because my egg wasn’t ethnically correct, so I took some crayons and markers and turned my little white egg into a little multi~culti oval shaped facsimile of me.  Lemme tell ya, that’s not easily done when you’re a high yellow glasses wearing braces having freckle faced black chick, but I digress. For one week, Little Egglivia (See what I did there?) went everywhere with me.  I dressed her in a little tissue diaper, slept with her nestled on…