Monday, August 20, 2012

The things we talk about when we're not talking about English.

The battery in my thermometer died this weekend – not before it had put a swift and merciful end to any lingering O-7 illusions – and I stepped out of school during the pause today to find a replacement.

My course BFF, a sweet small thing fresh out of university, came along for the walk under the uncharacteristically sunny skies. “It’s so funny you’re carrying a thermometer around with you,” she laughed when I pulled it out to show the shopkeeper. “I haven’t used one of those since I was little and trying to prove to my mum I had a fever so I could stay home from school!”

I wonder if one day she will look back on this little excursion and realize that my thermometer had nothing to do with a fever and everything to do with baby fever.

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Her friend just had a baby and she likes to show me pictures each time they’re emailed to her.

And each time I smile, not at the sweet innocence of the infant in the photo but rather at that of her belief that a childless woman veering rapidly towards advanced maternal age might be delighted to share in a young stranger’s baby joy.

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My second-best course BFF, also not long past his school days, reminds me of an overgrown puppy who sees only the affection conveyed by jumping on somebody with muddy paws and not the damage caused.

"Do you want kids?" he asked me this morning, to which I responded honestly and simply and foolishly. Yes.

Thus followed several other procreation-related questions, which I also answered, albeit more and more evasively, such evasion leading him to deduce that it might be my husband's lack of willingness that was standing between me and baby.

"Some women poke holes in condoms," he told me helpfully before creating his own Amazon-style shopping suggestion that "customers who buy this item also buy ... needles and a pregnancy guide."

At this point, perhaps it's worth trying.

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11 comments:

  1. Oh, to be young and naive...I'm happy you are making some good friends, both from the course and from the blogosphere to IRL!

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  2. It makes you kind of nostalgic for your twenty year old innocent self doesn't it. Hard to believe or remember, but I think I was once that naive too. what a pair of sweeties.

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  3. Oh man, he'll be kicking himself in a few years.

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  4. All I can do is roll my eyes at the young and naive people. Then I remember I was probably just like that when I was younger and more naive.

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  5. Ah, you are so so patient. Been thinking of you lots, just feeling like it's your turn, you know? (I know, I know, no one should have to "wait their turn" in the first place *SIGH*)

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  6. Ahhh, the innocence of youth. Hopefully they won't have to learn the hard way like the rest of us.

    *sigh*

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  7. I love hearing the youth talk like that! Does make me feel ooooold tho, cos I was only 18 when I could last talk like that! Gosh we have all had some hard bumps back down to earth haven't we just :)

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  8. I cringe to think of the thinks I said when I was young and naive. I had... not a clue

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  9. Seriously, if I knew back then what I know now... My life would be so much different. To be young and naive again...sigh.

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  10. So true about being young and naive. I cringe to think of some of the things that I said or even thought 5 to 10 years ago. Love the post!

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  11. Oh to be that sweet and innocent again (and by again I mean for the first time sometime). It's sweet that they care and nauseating that they remind you how difficult this really is.

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