Thursday, November 09, 2006

The Summer of Love

In the past few weeks four women have told me they are pregnant - I need to add here that none are anything to do with me as all are happily married to their respective husbands!

A couple of things crossed my mind. Firstly, in three cases the announcement started with the words "you've probably already worked this out..." Now, I used to think that, with one glaring exception, I was pretty perceptive. In none of the cases did I have a clue - my powers are waning! My other thought was, I wonder if this is going to happen to me? Not the pregnancy (I've read the books and seen the diagrams, apparently a woman is a pretty key part of the process!) but parenthood.

One book I've recently read was a sort of real life Bridget Jones Diary where the author was very open, honest and funny when writing about finding Mr Right. One line was "my biological clock is not so much ticking, as a bomb about to detonate." I know it's different for blokes, but it'd be wrong to deny the fact that it crosses my mind on occasion.

Of course, the one area I've often admitted to be clueless is understanding the complex and intriguing creature that is woman - if only they came with a reference manual.

Mind you, I am a bloke - I wouldn't read it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

like a washing machine?