A bunch of women sit in a café on a Saturday morning.
“I want to have a second kid,” one says. “But my sister is getting married this fall—she is flying us all to Paris!”
Oooooh! The others marvel.
“February is my next chance to get pregnant, though. Should I try? I wouldn’t be able to fly for the wedding. Or should I just skip a month? We really want this… but we also really want to go to Paris!”
Equal amounts of Wait! and Go for it! ensue, with lots and lots of math and antidotal travel stories. Even more success stories of baby planning around various events and life transitions and budgets.
“I know,” one says, “Get pregnant in Paris!”
Everyone laughs, and it’s settled.
A girl sits at the table next to them swirling her [decaf] coffee. Continue reading There You Go Lifting My Load Again