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Another Dream, Another Text

Last night, I pretty much told friends of mine that they should have a baby. I know better than this... But I was feeling all baby-loving from the sweet girl I'd just passed off, and may have said something like, "I think all my friends should have babies so I can borrow them. You know, since that's not really in my foreseeable future..."**

"Actually," the husband replied, "You know it's only ever nine months away..."

I laughed as I looked down at my phone. Someone had texted me.

It read: "I had a dream that you had a child out of wedlock the other night. :) Just read your post. :)"

Let's chalk that one up to bad cheese and impeccable timing...


**remember last year when I said I didn't know if I wanted to/should have kids? This is where I stand now; I want to be actively involved in parenting the next generation, but what that looks like and whether my own biological children will be involved is still a mystery. Pretty sure I don't need to think much more about this until I am either married or 32.

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Anonymous said…
I also often make those comments in a joking, friendly way...but the last time I did so in a general way to 2 married friends, one of the friends later brought up the fact that she'd just found out she can't have children and was still trying to deal with that new reality...it was awful. I am going to be much more careful in the future.

I've also had the much happier experience of commenting to a friend that I couldn't wait until she had a baby and having her reply, "Well you won't have long to wait! I'm pregnant! We are just starting to tell people."
Beth said…
the first paragraph is exactly why i should know better...

the second is a happy moment, indeed!
Laura said…
Um, 32?! I guess that leaves you with about 10 years of fertility in which to produce children. A lot of children.
Beth said…
Laura - 32 is the not-quite-arbitrary age at which i will start considering adoption, if i am still single...

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