"Girl, let me tell you something."
"What's the matter? Haven't you arranged the housewarming dinner for the day after tomorrow?"
Speaking of this Zhao Dashu, he became even more depressed. Although truth cannot be hidden, it can still be concealed for a while as they live far away.
Nothing can be hidden after the warm-up dinner the day after tomorrow. Why did he choose such a day?
No, it was chosen by a master, but it seems that the master is not very accurate. What should I do?
"Your second aunt is pregnant."
Zhao Xiaoyu knew that in this world, women in their thirties were considered advanced maternal age, and the best childbearing age was 18-28 years old.
Second aunt seems to be in her thirties?
"Oh, she needs to take good care of herself, she's not young anymore." Giving birth at an advanced age is very dangerous, especially with today's limited medical conditions.
As far as she knew, in Laozhu Village, one or two women died of dystocia every year, and there were even more children who could not be raised.
"I don't care whether she's in danger or not. She's your mother, and I'm afraid she'll think too much."
Yes, not having a son is my lifelong regret, but what can I do? Her uterus is very cold, and the seeds will freeze to death when they go in. How can anything germinate in the ice and snow?
The key point is that this kind of damage to the root is very difficult to cure. It takes ten or eight years to slowly recuperate. I am already so old, I am going to menopause, right?
It's not a big deal at that age, it's too dangerous. The key point is that even if she is willing to drink the medicine for ten or eight years, there is no guarantee that she will get pregnant. It's just a possibility.
My body has been worn out a long time ago, I don't ask for a son, I just want to be healthy and live a long life when I'm old. Who doesn't have some regrets in life?
"Dad, do you want a son?"
"Yes, I thought about it every day and every night before, but now I've let it go. If it happens, it's God's mercy. If it doesn't happen, I won't force it. Now our family lives better than anyone else. We have everything we need. It's fine if our son is gone. It's the same if your children have the surname Zhao in the future."
If his family was still poor, he might still want a son or a nephew. But since he had money and confidence, and had met his girlfriend, and his daughter's constant brainwashing, he became more open-minded.
No matter how good a son is, it is useless if he is not filial. A capable and filial daughter can also be raised as a son. There is no difference.
"I'm worried about your mother. I'm afraid she'll be upset."
"I'll go talk to her."
I am a repressed and introverted person. I like to keep everything to myself. People like this often live a very tiring life.
"Well, they'll be here the day after tomorrow. Keep an eye on your grandma's mouth."
"I know."
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"I'll make some underwear for you and Lihua." The underwear worn by the family members were all made by Song, who did nothing but idle away her time.
"I'll draw a design for you someday." Her body has grown, and it would be easy for it to sag after wearing a bellyband every day, so it would be necessary for her to make a few homemade underwear.
There is also underwear. The underwear here is too loose, so you should make a few tight-fitting underwear. At least when your period comes, it won’t get all over your body.
Zhao Xiaoyu thought about how funny her surprised expression was when she asked Song to be her aunt for the first time. She kept complaining that she was so wasteful. Who could use cotton to make this? It was disposable and had to be thrown away after use.
But since she used it herself, she no longer says it is a waste. This thing is good for anyone and it is very comfortable.
When I make underwear, she will know how comfortable it is when the two are combined.
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