It’s been said that time is moving in circles and every age brings new challenges. When you’re old, people around you die and you get introduced to the finitude of life, as it gets emptier and emptier around you. When you’re my age, life is about creating new lives, person by person. A private baby boom is happening to you. It’s a little introduction to what could be next. Since friends have told me bluntly that you can forget about your relationship after having a baby I’m mentally not preparing for a child but for a post-baby relationship. I’m thankful for everyone who comes out with a little bit of personal truth. If people don’t talk about it voluntarily I address the subject more directly. I want to know all about it, the shitty stuff, the things you cope with even though they are unbearable, how you hate your partner and why you stay together. I have so much more pleasure in listening to these stories, not out of morbid disappointment-prevention but because it seems to give the whole thing a more valuable ambivalence. Life is tremendously sad as it is beautiful at the same time and it’s not even this or that. So why should a happening as fundamental as queuing up in to generations of humanity not be an outrageous experience. We all know oppressed feelings find their way to the surface anyways and in order to not destroy the life of you’re child too early you should at least be permitted to be open about it to your environment…
So you still have sex?