I married my husband after a courtship of eight months. The general assumption of my family at the time was that I must be pregnant.
Well, a year came and went. The bettors were all disappointed. I began to get small fragments of encouragement: "There's no need to rush into things. You're both young. You should have a couple of years to enjoy yourself and just be a couple without the pressures of a baby."
Around the five-year anniversary, the winds shifted. The message became, "Should you two think about settling down?" 'Settling down', it seems, is a euphemism for 'having children'. Or else it is a euphemism for 'ending all other aspects of your life.'
Now, the tone has shifted yet again to outright worry. "Have you been tested? Is there something wrong? Maybe you should see a doctor." I assure them all that I have seen a doctor and that the doctor seems to believe that my inability to become pregnant may stem from our consistent and careful use of prophylactics.