Another day off, another conversation with my wife
about the possibility of her becoming pregnant again. She’s becoming obsessed
(again). Admittedly, she has some good reasons:
1. If
they’re close together in age, they’ll get on well and play nicely together.
2. Philippa
would like to get childbirth over and done with, so she can concentrate on a
career.
3. We
might as well have another one while we’re locked in parent mode, and have
recent experience of dealing with a baby.
4. Every
‘only child’ we know has grown up to be a weirdo.
But still – it’s not a pressing matter for me, and
not something I want to be going over and over every weekend when I should
really be relaxing after a hard week of trying to get my head around a new job.
Maybe that’s her strategy – beat me into submission
with constant barracking, so that eventually I cave in and impregnate her just
to get a break from the incessant onslaught of pressure. Sneaky cow. I’ll have
to develop a counter-strategy. I might wear a condom permanently just to make
sure nothing happens when I’m distracted.
RC 2-5-21
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