That's what this is, you know. We were the first of all of the kids on JB's father's side to get married because we didn't have a bun in the oven. Three out of seven cousins had children before us, and all were pregnant out of wedlock in this oh so Catholic family. So, we often say that it's God's little joke for actually wanting to get married and have kids, instead of just finding ourselves pregnant and having the obligatory exchange of vows. Since we embarked on this barren journey, two more of his cousins have given birth to little oopsies.
Very funny, God. Time to end the joke.