Sitting right on top of our Priority list, it was and still is: MAKE BABY.
We had no doubts about that. I love babies and children and she knows that. Joy was ever so willing to have a baby because that is universally a woman’s way to keep her man. Just kidding. She wanted a baby right from the start of our relationship.
Actually baby talk surpassed our love talk as we began to run out of love material to talk about. For example this is what I mean. I say to Joy, “I love you” and Joy answers, “I love you more”, then what more can I say to that? Great, so now you understand.
Husbands must always give food for thought to their wife or suffer the consequences of an idle wife whose gibberish would soon have him to seek solace from another woman. Therefore baby production is a good solution.
Which is why as I found out from my trips to the Philippines, most families have children spaced about 2 years apart. When there isn’t much more to talk about the first baby, make the second one and keep on until the man runs out of steam and takes to the bottle for the massive debts his creations have created by default. LOL.
On the contrary, God in His Infinite Wisdom empowered man and woman to create because there is no end if one starts talking about babies. Otherwise both man and woman would have nothing in common to talk about like…
Husband to wife: Oh you look so beautiful
Wife to husband: B-o-r-i-ngggg. You’ve said that more than a thousand times and I know I am fat and ugly!.
The Breaking News
I was at my desk that afternoon when Joy sent me a short message to inform me that after what seemed deceptively as the start of that time of her month but it was possibly a bleeding from embryo implantation to her uterus, she also was vomitting the day before and noticed that her tummy appeared more full. Was it real or her imaginings running havoc?
It all began by…
Giving Joy a 21 Gun Salute for marrying me. The blast worked. That I am certain. Even Joy confirmed she felt the vibration.
Reportedly the gun volley had blank bullets.
Joy sent me this text message: “Love, I’m not pregnant. I did the test just now. I’m really sad hubby and my family too is sad.”
I replied to Joy: “It’s ok Love, we try again. Please don’t be sad.
She continued: “Not ok”
I reiterated: “We keep on trying”
She said: “But I’m sad”
I called in for reinforcement from Heaven and said: “But we can still have more fun you know”
She said: “YES”
I added: “We must be patient. God knows when it is to be for us.”
The high anxiety is over and now it means back to the firing range. This time I have to use the silver bullet!