Dear Annie: My husband, “Scott,” and I have been married for three years, and our families keep asking when we’re going to have children. It’s all they talk about.
I just became a licensed physician’s assistant, and Scott was accepted into an Ivy League doctoral program. No congratulations or kudos for either of us. Scott’s friends held a small celebratory barbecue, and we invited his sisters and parents. All they did was talk about how we’ll never have time for kids with such busy careers. At my sister’s bridal shower, my aunt asked whether Scott and I were having fertility problems. I pointed out that I’m only 28, and she laughed and said, “Better hurry up!”