I have become one of THEM

We fancied ourselves quite the cosmopolitan couple: unpretentiously hip, overly educated, effortlessly fashionable. We imagined our future together, living off the fruits of our creativity, traveling the world, laughing at those mired in the reproductive squalor of suburbia. If we had children, they would be adopted from some distant, suffering place, because truly cosmopolitan couples eschew procreation for beneficent acquisition; perhaps an unwanted daughter from a small village on the southeastern coast of China, or a son from a slum in some post-Communist backwater in Eastern Europe. And if we didn't adopt children? No problem. After all, modern reproductive freedom is all about the freedom not to reproduce. Unshackled from quaint conceptions of procreative obligations, we would do as we damn well pleased. Or so we thought...