Four days, two more pregnancies. I’m talking about friends, not pregnancies I caused. There’s no record of those, and if any existed, they would be sealed.
More to the point, none of those imaginary heirs would be impending.
The couples from the past three weddings I attended either have a little one or await one’s arrival. A high school buddy’s wife had their second daughter in early spring. Nothing unexpected there - the timelines might be a little shorter. At least we know they're not having children in an attempt to save the marriage.
I could easily write it off as a symptom of being in my early 30’s. But now women not paired off or in less formal arrangements with their men have due dates. Given her militant hostility toward marriage, I never expected one to have children under any circumstances. When you’re seventeen, you know hormones will get the better of someone. At 31 (or in the case of my one female friend, 42), those raging hormones calm down quite a bit.
Old buddy Jim emerged from the black ops woodwork last night (no, he's not pregnant), we agreed on how far from that state we both were. The right lady arrives, then absolutely, kids are on the table, in the attic or playing on the front lawn. Until the time arrives, they'll have to stay distant, but just above the horizon.
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