July 13th, 2014
A 36-year-old Slate writer who’s not sure that she wants to have kids says that she thinks what might get her over the hump is having a “pregnancy pre-nup” with her husband specifying exactly her do’s, don’ts, won’ts, and can’ts.
This is a capital idea and I encourage her to be as rigorous and detailed as possible in drafting the document. America’s entitlement system needs all the future taxpayers it can get.
And besides, what could possibly go wrong?
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WRT Tyson quote — the humor of that is not lost on me, after having been up until 5:30 this morning with a teething baby. I’ve always been a fan of Steakley’s intro to Armor: “You are, what you do, when it counts.” but after last night, I’m going with Conan’s “Time enough for (sleep) in the grave.”
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Sounds like she doesn’t have enough money to hire a little Mexican gal to be a mom to her baby. Frankly, white women who are this conflicted ought to move to New York City where immigrants with a natural maternal instinct can be rented relatively cheap. Or maybe she could find a richer husband. Turning hubby into a Chief Mate to her Captain is marital bed-death.
Galley Wife July 14, 2014 at 2:41 pm
On the one hand, I have to say Amen to her lede: “I’ve been wavering on the subject of motherhood for what seems like decades.”
Um, yeah, me too. Especially as I hear the door open upstairs for the third time during “nap time.”
On the other hand: “I’m willing to allow that being a mom might strip me of some independence.” Oh, sure. Some. And, “Could I ask for a guarantee that I could have six (seven? eight?) hours a day to myself, for work, no matter how inconvenient that arrangement gets for him?” Sure, you could ask.
The captain stuff is good, though. O Co-captain, my Co-captain! : )