Wanna know my biggest pet peeve?
“When are you guys going to have kids?”
I know people mean well, and I know that they are just curious. I get that. But it does get exhausting making the same paper-thin excuses. I can only tell people that “we’re taking time to travel first” or “I’m still figuring out what to be when I grow up” or “there are still things we want to do personally” for so long.
What I really want to say is, “Well, the truth is, my vagina is being a bit of a scaredy-cat. In fact, she’s such a scaredy cat that she doesn’t want to have anything to do with hubby’s penis, and has a panic attack anytime it comes near here, making it fairly difficult for us to pro-create. Yes, we’re working on this. Yes, I’m in therapy. Yes, I know it sounds unreal. Yes, it is unbelievably frustrating. And having you remind me that we’re NOT having kids yet, (or even sex at all), really does help the situation. Thank you for that.”
It might be time for me to stop referring to my va-jay-jay as a scaredy cat. I’m sure that’s not helping things.