The dreaded question!

Recently I was talking with some people while relaxing on vacation about "stuff."  The kind of information that is passed back and forth and kinda glosses over your ears.  Guards are down, all is safe until...

 "So how long have you been married?"

  (Oh God here it comes...). "5 years."  (Move on to the next person please please please).

"Ya?  Are you two planning on having kids?"

 (Just breathe, think of a new song, check the sky for the rapture.... Breathe!) *clear throat* "we were.... We were planning on having kids..." 

  Stillness in the room. 

 "Oh?  Why the pause?"

   (Dang it I paused?  What now?  Oh no, that lump is moving. Tears? Now?  Agh! I'm pausing now!). "Yes... (Shove it down!) it appears we may not be able to. (No saving it now and those tears...AND THAT SOB?  Really?) would you please excuse me, I'm not finished packing."  

 Cue me quickly shuffling my feet to my room, quietly close the door, grab a wash cloth for my hot mess face and SCENE.

No worries.  I collected myself just in time for the friend to come in, apologize (which is silly since she didn't know) and for her to make a sob noise and tell me it must be so hard to be in that situation.  

This may or may not be bigger than I can handle.