Never mind I don't have a husband. "So, get a sperm donor," she says. "I don't mind you having a baby when you're old. I want a grand baby." Thanks, mom. Yeah. Thanks for that.
Did we somehow forget that I'm forty-fucking-three years old, and I don't even have a boyfriend? What's that? No problem?
"...The Army is full of men...Just stop being so picky. You don't even have to marry him...You don't need child support...You can afford a baby."
And the best one, "Just gotta think about how happy that would make me before I die...Pretty, pretty grand babies..."
Yes, she played the death card.
So, on the chance that there are others, and I know there are others out there who go through this with the people who love us (moms, dads, well-meaning friends, etc.), I just want you to know you're not alone. I've had this topic thrown at me so many different ways, from so many different angles, I can just about tell you what to say back and how to say it. Guaranteed to shut them up about it for at least a month...unless you chat every Sunday.