This weekend, I found out that someone I know went through an ectopic pregnancy a few years back. It was actually the male part of the couple who informed me, as I know him through being close friends with his sibling who passed away over 10 years ago now.
And he told me that they decided that they no longer want to have kids.
I was really close friends with his sibling who didn't have any kids either. I said something once about that, and she said, "It's too late for me."
I said, "It's never too late." I'm a firm believer of that, and I always will be. Yes, I know that as one approaches 40, the risk of Down Syndrome increases. But that's why one should go ahead and try! Odds increase for every second you wait!!! SO GO ON! BOINK!!! I wanted to yell!
I told my friend's brother about what she had said to me. And he remarked, "That always frustrated me." That his sibling was always negative about opportunities and therefore continued to let those opportunities pass by without taking a chance.
I remember him telling me that. And I don't know how to nicely point out to him, "You're doing the exact same thing that you told her not to do."
It hurts me just a little bit to know that he and his wife have decided to not have kids. I had so hoped, just a little bit, that a little bit of her DNA would live on somehow.
"Oh for sure! It would be the ultimate evolutionary triumph. While
Earth goes to pot, your genes would carry on and be the progenitors of a
whole new possible civilization. Your genetics could possibly found a
whole new species which would eventually adapt to life on a new planet.
Plus...space travel...awesome. Sorry, this is a total science dork
answer."
If she could never travel in space, well, maybe, just maybe her niece or nephew would have. The last few years have been really tough for me. I've had about 3 relatives die in the last three years. And I nearly lost my son. My dad isn't doing so hot right now either. And neither is my mother-in-law. All of this has lent itself to some profound thought about the meaning of life, and death, and the universe, and all those things that bore one to death when one is 5.
I used to try to give my relatives advice. They never heed me. So I have decided I'm just going to shut up about all this to my friend's brother. It's purely for selfish reasons that I want them to have kids, anyway. I love to see good hearted, intelligent people having kids. Why? Because I hate being outnumbered.