First comes love, then comes marriage...

We all know the rest, right? “…then comes the baby in the baby carriage.” First of all, how is this an insult? Really, even for grade school that doesn’t make any sense. I’m guessing the insult is that you would have a baby with someone else, possibly someone who ate his boogers on top of the slide or didn’t peg his jeans? Secondly, what could be more humiliating?! At this point in my life—yes, someone wound my biological clock and it is now ticking—I’m ready for that baby carriage. Time to toss the old contraception, believe it or not. The high co-pay for my prescription on my new health insurance was enough to tip our decision that way. Yes, we’re that poor. So, we’ll see how it goes…