The Choice
Language: en
Five years into our "DINK" (Double Income, No Kids) lifestyle, my boyfriend started testing my limits. It started with a brochure for a luxury postnatal care center that mysteriously appeared in our house. It boasted "Top-Tier Postpartum Recovery" and guaranteed a return to pre-pregnancy form. My boyfriend, David, explained, "Oh, that's from my buddy Will's new business. He handed them out to everyone at the reunion." "His wife just had a baby and is staying there. We should go visit sometime; their kid is adorable." Mmhmm. A perfectly reasonable explanation. Almost flawless. But I…