I was just googling (I still giggle every time I use that word as a verb) “sex in the news” when up popped the headline, NZ Sex Researcher John Money dies. I googled it some more, trying to find out details about his death and this is the only place I find an obituary.

But now, hours later, I realize he died a few days ago. Better late than pregnant. At least that’s how we - meaning me and my boyfriend - feel these days. Who could afford a third family member? Maybe two people with full time jobs, but we are not those people. Sometimes I wonder if in this relationship, we will ever be those people. And then I wonder if I even want children. I think I do.

One.

Just one.

And I’d prefer it be a boy. Strongly prefer it be that way, in fact. That might be bad karma to say, and that might mean I