The Bombshell

Scene: In the Shower on Sunday Morning

Y: I think you should know that having children is very important to me.

Me: ...

Then, we had sex.

Comments

  1. Anonymous1:21 PM

    Oh. Should I start making a baby vuboq quilt, then? I thought perhaps a martini/vegetable motif.

    I hope you and Y can figure it out.

    *hugs*

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  2. GayProf5:37 PM

    Y is pregnant?

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  3. em nadim5:49 PM

    Shall we expect a baby in nine months from last Sunday?

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  4. CT5:53 PM

    Wait, did he just sort of say that out of the blue or was there some actual context? I'm hoping there was context...

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  5. Tomokito9:06 PM

    There was a context. It was me who brought it up to the conversation. Anyways, don't you think that it is kinda good sign? It means that he considers the relationship very seriously. Although I know how much you hate baby poops. I can give you one of my twins....if I ever have them.

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  6. Alden11:20 PM

    That's what they ALL say at first...

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  7. tornwordo8:35 AM

    That's practically a proposal, isn't it?

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  8. The Persian8:56 AM

    Tell him not to wait too long, children are most easily raised whilst still young.

    :)

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  9. Earl Cootie10:55 AM

    But is it important to you? Can I find the answer in the archives? I'm wracking my memory and coming up blank.

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  10. vuboq1:08 PM

    E.C.: I can't say the prospect is thrilling. I don't think I've ever blogged about [my (lack of) desire to have] children. I may post something in the next few days.

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  11. Anonymous1:13 PM

    Wow....how long have you been in this relationship 6months... and he’s talking about children. He may be a keeper. Are you ready for this conversation?

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  12. goblinbox10:58 PM

    Children are super highly overrated: One, the trailer trash are having PLENTY. Two, they screw up your ability to have a personal life. Three, they are expensive so you can't buy booze. Four, if you drink booze while raising them, the state takes them (the children, not the boozes) away. Five, poop.

    But I'd assume that was practically a proposal, yeah. I will knit you a wedding dress.

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