Most of us have times when words fail and silence ensues. There are awkward silences and content silences and angry silences. And Camber silences.
My silences happen when too much goes through my brain for my mouth to convert into coherent English expression.
Like when a patient asks me how long I've been married.
You guys are so smart to wait to have children until you have more money and have your career established.
What I want to say is, actually, you're wrong, we're not waiting at all. This may surprise you, but 20-25% of all couples will have problems at some point in bringing the old stork around to visit. We are one of them. I want to explain about how yes, we've been to the doctors, and no, I'm not exactly interested in hearing that so-and-so adopted and that made them get pregnant right away or that so-and-so just stopped stressing about getting pregnant and then got pregnant, or that I should just be glad to have time to myself for now before I have kids and it ruins my life and my marriage. I want to tell you all about the agony of hoping each month, of knowing that this month it's really going to happen and then learning that it's not. I want you to understand but I don't want you to drown me in sympathy, nor tell me last when someone you know gets pregnant. I want you to tell me that having kids is wonderful, and that it's worth it--all of it. I want to tell you everything so we can understand each other. So you please, please won't think that I'm a selfish person who hates babies.
I think all this in my brain, but by the time it reaches my mouth it's turned into "Ummmm..."
And a little more silence while I scramble to change the subject to painkillers.