The other day I had to talk a friend off the ledge over her fears that she can't get pregnant without spending a certified per-owned Honda Civic on in vitro fertilization. It's only in western countries that people believe you can't have children after 40 without the aid of very expensive medical treatments. My mother had my sister at 43 and my step-mother her son at 43. So, it makes sense that I always figured I could wait until the last minute...which is no surprise seeing as that's how I function in the rest of my life.

Sure, I don't have the husband or the house...but who needs all that baggage? I'm the one with the important equipment.

However, talking about having children when you're not even trying is sort of like judging Pau for missing a free throw. I'm not under that pressure. Still, I can't say that my friends who are struggling to get pregnant are of the relaxed variety. I have yet to meet a really laid-back person who can't get pregnant. Babies aren't television programming, and don't like to appear on demand. Conversely, they seem to thrive off the most inconvenient circumstances.

It kind of makes sense. Who wants to show up at a party where everyone is forced to be there? Baby-making sex sounds about as fun as my last trip to the gyno (see below). I say take a few weeks off of your high-paying stressful jobs, go to Mexico, find a really great bartender, tip him well, and let nature takes it's course. I'm not condoning the use of alcohol as a fertility rite, I just know that I wouldn't be here without it.

Just for today, I'm remembering to have children.