Memory.

march 2005.

Me: You know I'm working my ass off right now, right, and that I'll continue to do so, right?

Him: Yes, of course.

Me: And do you agree in general that life is what happens while you're busy making other plans?

Him: Yesssss (looking at me suspiciously)

Me: I'm (specifics of how late), uh, really late. And despite all the kidding around I have done on the subject, this is not intentional on my part. I was going to start bugging you to think about it in about 18 months. We've had a BC failure apparently. But I'm 35 and maybe it's better if we do this sooner rather than later if we're going to try again. So I'm not upset.

Him: (closes eyes for a second, opens them, bursts out laughing) I'm resigned to my fate. Okay, accept it, move on. (He says this as though it is a "deep thing to say". Immediately realises how silly he sounds. Bursts out laughing again.)

Me: I've DESTROYED YOUR WILL. My work here is done. HAPPY EASTER. (MUCH GIGGLING)

(laughter all around)

He then made sure *I* was feeling okay (which I am) and was actually VERBALLY REASSURING to me. Hmmm. That's kind of nice.

Etc etc. At this point the boys burst in and turned on the TV and started watching Bugs Bunny while lying in between us, so the conversation was over for the time being.