Sunday, May 18
Back to the dreaded question
I meant to mention this yesterday evening.
Last night the hubby and I went out to dinner with some of our best friends. They're actually the ones whose shower I went to a few weeks ago... the one where the grandmother turned on me and poked and prodded me with questions about starting our family. Yeah, that one.
Anyways, we went to dinner with them and they asked the same question they asked last time we got together: "When are you two going to have kids?" Have I mentioned I HATE this question?? I cannot lie. I think I am physically incapable of it. If I try to lie I get a weird look or something. And I can't look people in the eyes. So... they ask the question and I just end up looking weird and non-responsive. Which I know isn't the best way to deal with it. In my head I was screaming, "I already wanted to start!" but I kept awkwardly quiet. The hubby, however, was brilliant and jumped in with some line about not liking the question because no matter how you answer it there is pressure from both sides, etc. It was brilliant and I was very proud of him!! :) It changed the subject, got the pressure off and I was able to relax. Now I have to get better at gracefully avoiding the question... :)
We're seeing them again this coming weekend. Let's see if they ask again... I'm betting they will. :)