On the Utter Improbability of My Daughter's Existence: A Math Poem

My daughter should not exist. 

The probability that I would choose Rachel to marry:                

1 in 5

She’s awesome and I’m a nerd with very few prospects.

The probability that Rachel would choose me to marry:            

1 in 10⁴

She’s awesome AND popular with many prospects AND I’m a nerd.

The probability of my daughter inheriting her particular genetic makeup from her parents:

1 in 10¹⁴

I’m so thankful we didn’t have one of those trillions of other possible kids. 

The probability that my parents would make me:

1 in 10¹⁷

Aren’t they lucky.

The probability of my successive ancestors existing, starting from the dawn of the human race:

1 in 10^28,161

For comparison, the total mass of the universe is 10⁵⁵ grams. 

The probability the universe exists at all:

1 in 10¹²⁵

That’s it you say? 

Well a googol is 10¹⁰⁰.  So this number is the equivalent of 10²⁵ googols. 

The probability of my daughter coming into existence:

1 in 10^56,467

There are only 10⁸² atoms in the universe.    

So that’s like finding one particular atom in  10^56,385 universes of atoms. 

Snowflakes, lightning strikes, grains of sand, and lottery winners have nothing on my daughter.

She’s a mind-boggling, brain-melting, exponentially-absurd impossibility.

In other words.

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She’s a miracle. 

Awwww.

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The nerdy fun doesn’t have to stop here! I made a spreadsheet explaining how I derived my numbers.  I invite anyone interested to look through it and make improvements.  Just let me know what changes you make.   I want to let Audrey know precisely how special she is, so help us out math people.