And when we manage to avoid talking or thinking about it for a few hours, we can always be sure someone will remind us—if not our families, then our friends. (The other day, I got a call at work from my friend Nina. "Do you have something to tell me?" she demanded. I told her no, and asked why she thought I did. "I had a dream that Emily was pregnant!" she squealed.)
It's not as though the obsession is unwarranted. On the subject of procreation, you could say that Emily and I are like two companies that have reached an agreement in principle but are still negotiating over the details. For starters, we both know we do want to have kids, preferably two of them, ideally one of each sex. We also both want to be young parents, a desire that is, for me, rooted in my own childhood. My father was almost 40 by the time I was born. As a 12-year-old, I remember being faintly embarrassed by his bad back and outdated sense of humor, and envying the kids whose dads could throw a spiral and tolerate popular music. Emily had the opposite experience: Her parents had her when they were in their twenties, and the relatively small generation gap shows in her close relationship with them.
But there's starting young and then there's starting now. I'm all for the former, but not quite reconciled to the latter, and that's where our conflict, such as it is, arises. Every time Emily tells me that another one of her coworkers is pregnant, or informs me, pointedly, that a couple in our social circle has stopped using the pill and started trying for a baby, I feel a little tug of apprehension, knowing what comes next: "Why does she get to have a baby? When can I have a baby?" (Echoes of my mother, circa 1987: "Why does Suzy Florsheim get to have a cleaning lady and I don't?")
It's not that I don't feel ready to be a father. Modesty aside, I'm great with kids, and a lot better equipped to raise one than plenty of first-time fathers I've known. It's more that I'm not ready for my entire life to change, and I don't quite understand why Emily—so similar to me in so many other ways—is.