it appears that my run as a fertility idol has either ended or gone on vacation.
the baby boom of 2002-2005 is at an end. in that time frame, i know of over 50 (fifty!) babies that were born to friends and family.
now is the time to inform all of you who recoil in fear that i use my powers for
good and not evil evil and not good (oops, freudian slip at 8 am on a sunday morning) – i only knocked up people who were married and wanted to be pregnant. and twice i got people pregnant who didn’t think they could.
at the moment, i have heard of one (maybe two) couples who are pregnant (anyone able to confirm that michael and clare t. are in the family way again?) which feels, um, weird. i haven’t been layette shopping in ages. by ages i mean 6 months.
my checking account sort of appreciates the respite, but i also miss the newborn age – i hold them while they’re crying, i change poopy diapers, i’m all for giving new mom and dad a break and a chance to use their arms again.
but that boom is over (the wedding boom is over too). wow… that suddenly made me feel very unmarried.
that’s bad. (shakes it off)