Just this weekend, hubby and I met with some of our former officemates for a wake of a former colleague. While in the car, my friend’s cellphone rings. It was their boss. My former boss.
After a few seconds of chit chat, my friend reaches out her phone to me.”He wants to speak to you,” she says.
Guess I didn’t have much of a choice. I got the phone.
“Are you pregnant already?”
I reply, “No, not yet.”
Then he says, “Okay. Don’t wait as long as I did.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” was the only thing I could say.
My workaholic boss and his wife had their first child only recently, about 6 years or so after they got married. He is in his mid-30s.
I’m turning 29 this year. Believe me, there is some kind of pressure to have a child. Not only because I’m not getting younger, but it seems that people want me to get pregnant.
I remember my grandma telling me once when I visited home, “Take care of yourself so you could give your mom and dad a grandchild already.”
Hmm. So there is something beyond high school peer pressure, eh?