We just got back from a week away with friends, some couples, some single, all with kids apart from us, and we have one on the way . Round the table after dinner, my girlfriends all started talking about babies. One by one, the menfolk drifted away and I found them congregated in the kitchen, having a whale of a time. Back at the table, conversation was animated, but DULL.
Many of their anecdotes revolve around their baby and what it did or where it pood or sicked up or something.
These women were all previously vital, interesting and dynamic. Is this the future dragging me towards it like a dark abyss?