Life & FamilyJune 9, 2011

No Pressure.

I’ve written about it before, but as I approach 32 this summer the pressure to have a baby is on full press.  There are people I expect to get it from, and those I don’t. Like my random cab driver last night. I shit you not, after leaving dinner with another friend who also does not have a baby yet and just having had the discussion with her about how it’s so annoying to be asked about non stop, I got into a cab and this is how it went:

Me: Hello. I’m going to (my address).

Cabbie: What is a pretty girl like you doing alone on Boylston Street?

Me: Ummmm, getting a cab?

Him: Where is the boyfriend? You must have a boyfriend.

Me: Actually, I have a husband, and he’s home.

Him : Why?

Me: (Annoyed) Because I had a girls night out.

Him: Ooooh that’s not good, can I ask you a personal question?

Me: (thinking I’m on some new psychiatric version of Cash Cab) Uh, I guess so….

Him: How long have you been married?

Me: Five years.

Him: How old are you? 29?

Me: (liking him more now) No I’m 31.

Him: D you have children?

Me: No.

Him: And why don’t you have any children? What, you don’t want them??

Me: (Am I on Sex and the City? This feels like a Sex and the City episode) No, I just don’t think I’m quite ready yet.

Him: You should have children.

Me: (What I wanted to say) Hey THANKS random cabbie for alerting me that I should have children. I hadn’t thought of that!  It’s not like society has already made me feel like  leper for being over 30 and married five years and not having procreated yet. I’ll go home right now and work on it!

(What I really said): Yeah, I know.

Him: Well, here we are. You are very pretty, you really should have kids.

Me: (speechless, is this really happening??)

I just had to share that. Unbelievable. I laughed all the way down the hallway.

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