I was asked my a coworker (much higher up than myself) what kind of doctor my wife is. I pretty directly answered that she delivers babies.
I need to work in there a wry comment about the inherent dangers of a motherless woman in her thirties spending 80 hours a week around cute little babies.
It’s like my mind works on a 45-minute time delay. It’s sad, I guess, that I have to think of these wry comments and jokelets in advance, but there ya go!

I need to work in there a wry comment about the inherent dangers of a motherless woman in her thirties spending 80 hours a week around cute little babies.
This is a strange post. Will, are you not getting your ass kicked enough around the house lately?
Or is it perhaps you who feels the baby lust?
Comment by Spungen — April 28, 2007 @ 1:20 pm
I’m curious, what difference do you think it makes being motherless? Do you think it would make a woman want babies more, or less?
If she got stuck taking care of younger siblings a lot, maybe less, I’d think.
I don’t think it affected my desire for children. It might have affected why I waited so long — a woman with a pressuring mother, or at least more of a role model in that area, might have felt the psychological pressure earlier. I always wanted kids but never figured there was any big hurry, then at 35 I realized we’d better get a move on.
I think it affects my domestic abilities for the worse, due to lack of example. Luckily my husband has low standards so it works out pretty well, and has the upside of me not spending a lot of money on furniture and stuff like that.
Comment by Spungen — April 28, 2007 @ 2:14 pm
Luckily my wife has a good sense of humor about such things. I’ve even made jokes about hearing that sound of the biological clock when she gushes over the cute little peanuts she’s delivered during our day-in-review conversations. She’s biologically ready and wants to, so it defuses the tension a bit. If and when we do have kids it’ll be at least a couple years from now (it’s a definite no-go with her current work schedule, for sure).
Clancy isn’t motherless, but my mother sort of was. My grandparents were alcoholics so she had to take care of her younger siblings. Having kids was something of a concession on her part for my father, but she took to mothering and I can’t begin to tell you how much she looks forward to being a grandmother.
Comment by trumwill — April 28, 2007 @ 2:39 pm