How many what?

Today I was faced with a rude question. A rude question on Face Book which makes it sound a little less rude but which is just as rude anyway. There seem to be, quite lately, something I'd call the glad-to be-mummies-because-they-cannot-be-anything-else groups. They know not about the new president of the U.S., they have no knowledge of the new movies which have come out, they do not even know about Jade Goody. Their world is full of diapers, bottles, pacifiers and baby wipes (which by the way double as the perfect make up remover). I discovered this by mistake and have stuck to the baby wipes. I buy them in hundreds, people must think I have on hundred kids. But I'm digressing. Back to the Face book group. So, within this mumsy group there are people who have sat on my same bench at school. And it's nice to reunite. It would be nicer if they asked about how I am keeping first instead of the, 'How many do you have?' Right, how many what? There is something I'm missing, it seems so obvious to them and so not obvious to me. How many cats? How many dogs? How many kilos? That would be an even ruder question but anyhow. But , wait for it, they are actually counting babies; human beings. So that would translate to a 'how many human beings have I made?' To which the answer would be none because I'm still saving myself for the special night (yeah right) and even after the special night turned into a mundane night I will not be making any human beings perhaps because I cannot, perhaps because I don't want to. It's something which has had me puzzled, so please don't try to figure anything out. So after having been asked the 'how many' questioned, I of course answered, 'none, zero'. The Face book pause after that was as uncomfortable as if it has been in real life. It was one of those 'what-are-you-waiting-for' pauses. Because yes as one 'comrade' reminded me very well time is running out. But time is not a good enough excuse for me making human beings. Perhaps the time was never right. For some of the girls who sat in my same classroom, 4 or 5 human beings seem to have made them happy. And that's not a good enough reason either. I've got enough on my hands as it is.