I was reading this post and was reminded of my own recent special moment. That awkward moment when the bank manager suggests you have a baby so that you can borrow some money.
No seriously, he did. And helpfully added “…but even that would take nine months…” Ah, buddy, if only it were that simple.
“Well then, could you lend me eight bucks for a turkey baster?”
Ok maybe that last bit didn’t happen.
A couple of days after the end of exams I zipped off to our mortgage lender to see if we could leverage some of our essential renovations into enough of a buffer to keep paying the bills until I graduate. Sadly for us, government study allowances are not considered a secure form of income. Whereas if we were receiving a family allowance, we would apparently be a much safer bet.
It was a good-natured encounter, and I walked away feeling that I had put my argument well. Plan A, not to be. Luckily we had Plans B through D up our sleeves.
I guess we could develop Plan E, in which E stands for Embryo… It just seems a little extreme.