C,
While I agree that you and hubby have done more than enough to re-populate the world, when it comes to my emasculating the oldballandchain, I suddenly find myself uncharacteristically reluctant to go for the snip. Not that I am in any way condoning your internist’s point of view vis a vis preserving a man’s right to sow his seed well into his dotage, fourth wife permitting…….As a matter of fact, until recently, the obc has preferred to sleep with one eye open, lest he wake to find me looming over him with an oversize pair of pinking shears in my hand.
Ever since the birth of your youngest, however, I find myself pining after babies the way I generally only lust after the pectorals of the hispanic youth who cuts my lawn. Could it be that I am in fact not yet ready to hang the Out of Business sign on own my uterus? As someone who only knows how to get pregnant by accident, not on purpose, I am not quite sure what to do with these feelings. Do I lower the drawbridge and let the obc lay siege to my fortress, which for the past six years has remained stoutly impregnable? Or do I add another lock to the old chastity belt and let this moment of temporary insanity pass? The irony is, I would have to make this third pregnancy also look like an accident, since planned fatherhood is about the only thing the obc fears worse than the prospect of becoming a eunuch.
As a sometime mother of three, is it really true that three children are actually easier than two, or is this something only grandmothers tell you so they can have something to cackle over with their friends, once it’s too late? I defer to your wisdom, as always.
Yours faithfully,
P.
