I worry a lot, sometimes excessively. I also have a very bad case of “The what-if syndrome.” Meaning I start with “what if…” then add an extreme example of a minute possibility, but still feel a definite need to think of how to solve the problem, or answer the question.
One of the questions I have is “What if my husband dies?” While I don’t dwell on all of the details of that question the main, immediate problem I see is not about money, or even my sure-to-be life changing rage of depression… No, the thought that crosses my mind is having his babies… Still.
Some of you are probably wondering how that’s possible. Others, like me, may be picking up what I’m putting down… And maybe a few of you are several steps ahead of me and already have a freezer full of your man’s swimmers.
You read right. I’m talking about saving the goods for later. Storing a little bit of him in case he dies before we have kids. Extreme? Yes. But I think I have good intentions. I really would like to see what OUR kids would look like, and I want to have HIS kids!
I haven’t asked him yet, but I’m pretty sure if I do he’ll just look at me strange and assume I’m joking. Plus how do I bring something like that up? “Hey baby, here’s a cup, do you mind…?”