H: Yeah, it felt like a huge commitment that I wasn't sure I was ready for, but her lease had expired and the clock was ticking and I had to just give it a shot.
Me: Ok, so imagine that instead of your girlfriend, who you knew you loved, you were getting ready to take in a mail-order bride. You've only seen a couple of blurry pictures of her, you've never talked to her, and you don't have any idea if you'll like her or not, but to get the paperwork to clear, you'll be married to her, so the commitment is guaranteed.
H: Oh, that would have made me way more anxious, yes.
Me: But wait. Turns out, not only does she not speak English, she doesn't speak at all, in fact, she doesn't know any basic skills, like how to feed and dress herself, and you'll have to teach her every bit of it, from the ground up.
H: I think I see where this is going.
Me: AND then it turns out you have to give up a third of your blood supply, energy, and oxygen for nine months just to keep her alive.
H: And to make this metaphor work, you gotta include that there won't be any sex.
Me: Right. Yes. That's sort of what having a baby feels like right now.
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