Hubby and I married in 2006. We were already in our late 30s when we tied the knot so have been on the fence about starting a family. We really were not ready at that time and worried that if we ever were ready then it might be too late. We didn’t share these thoughts with family. I have noticed, however, that my in-laws have taken on a rather strange obsession with the fact that we have not reproduced. I’m not sure where this is coming from. Although it makes me uncomfortable, I’ve learned to laugh at it. It’s just, well, odd. I think anyways.
A few months after our wedding the family decided to have a group portrait taken at a local park. We all showed up and one sister-in-law arranged us in the order she felt best for all. I was seated next to my mother-in-law, whom I love dearly, but what came next shocked even my ears, and I’m not one to embarrass easily! She leaned into me as if to tell me something important; a secret if you will. “I want you to have a baby,” she whispered. “Oh,” was all I could say. I mean, how does one respond to that? “I’ll see what I can do. How about I get back to you around the 5th?” Gosh!
In any family gathering it inevitably comes up. “Why aren’t you pregnant yet?” I’ve thought of making up some strange story on why but nothing comes to mind. At least nothing they would actually believe. It instantly recalls to mind that kings and queens of the early days would be watched during the ‘deed’ to be sure that the heir that was produced was truly theirs. Lest a scandal ensue. I have yet to check the bedroom for hidden cameras but come to think of it, it may not be a bad idea!
I really don’t get it and why there seems to be so much concern over this. They’ve all dreamt that we have a son so therefore I must be having a son –again, if I were actually pregnant. I did dream a few times about a daughter. I dreamt of her having curly hair like mine, my husband’s face and his warm brown skin. It was actually a waking dream when I swore I could have been awake but know I was still in that half asleep state. I opened my eyes to see this little girl as toddler in a colorful sundress peeking around the corner of the bed. I knew she was ours. I blinked a few times and she was gone. But this can’t be true. Afterall, the family dreams and hopes for a son! Silly me. 😉
New relatives of my husbands have come to our area. Apparently there was a family meeting I was not aware of. This new aunt & uncle must have been let in on the reproduction obsession already in progress and hubby came home one day with these little lovelies:
Yes, they are matching his & hers fertility pills. I just had to laugh.
We visited with said family over the weekend. My MIL asked if I had started taking them yet. No, I told her, and continued munching on the broccoli salad she had served me. After lunch I cleaned the table and was beckoned into the hallway by said Aunt who also asked if I had started taking the pills yet. Again I tell her no. She starts to tell me in a hushed tone when I should take them and when the best time to have intercourse is. Okay, at this point I’m trying very hard to keep a straight face. My mind keeps going back to the old Beavis & Butthead cartoons. “Heh heh. Heh heh. She just said intercourse!”
Although parenthood isn’t completely out of the question yet, there is always the question of age. We are in our early 40s. If we had a kid now, by the time we are ready to retire, this kid will be heading into college.
We don’t think much about it. We go through our days, most of them happy, without giving it a second thought. I don’t think I’ll understand truly what the motive is behind this strange obsession but I’ve learned to take it in stride. I haven’t bitten off anyone’s head yet (although theres still time). I kind of picture if I ever do get pregnant, the entry on my Facebook page. It might go something like this: Dear Inlaws, you got your wish. I am pregnant. My due date is xx/xx/xx. Please make all checks payable to Mrs. Monsoon. Now go away. Thank you for your prompt response in the actions formerly stated.
–I’d blame my snarkiness on hormones. 😉