Nuts - John Price
Having children--fathering them--has not been a problem for me. After a certain number of kids I had a vasectomy, and while I long to hold a baby (of my own or one of my kid's) again, I have never regretted the decision.
So, I cannot completely relate to John Price's dilemma in this essay. He isn't sterile, but he and his spouse seem to be unable to conceive. I know of a couple of couples who have had that problem, one ultimately successful and the other not, but that doesn't qualify me to do any more than sympathize with the situation.
Which is tough to do in Dr. Price's situation. His neighbors are having the same problem, or so he thinks; he never comes right out and asks. Every word, every sound, has significance for the Prices, well, for John anyway.
As I read this, I started to feel bad for Mrs. Price. As she says at one point, "How did we become so desperate?" I think she had the pronoun wrong. Earlier she has to slam the table in frustration and tell her husband to stop the self-pity party.
I wanted to reach back through time and tell this guy to just relax and it will happen. Sounds folksy and simple, I know, but if they aren't sterile, then what the heck? Turning sex into a chore in order to make a baby is like a type of studious pornography; where's the love? Even Dr. Price admits that they were becoming individuals and ceasing to be a couple.
Of course, desperation can make a baby, but where's the fun in that?
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