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| We have been asked, especially because people figure there is no possible way we would have planned to have two children with February birthdays... |

I love the way people think that's suxh a big deal! Practically the first thing my inlaws said when we told them about this baby was "Oh no, another June baby!" My birthday's in June, and so is my brother-in-law's. I was like "...So?" and they acted as if it were some terrible faux pas committed just to inconvenience them. Never mind that this baby actually WAS planned and I rather liked the thought of a June baby...
Also, no, not socially acceptable. I do think there can be the odd relationship in which asking is OK though - if friends and very close and one was talking about leaving her husband a few months ago or something, it might be OK to tactfully ask (in an "Are you happy about this?" kind of way). I don't think I'd dare, though. We've told select family and friends, and a few have kinda sorta asked.

And then there was the lady from church (who is having her sixth, and I think is quiverfull, and because we're both crunchy and weird I'm pretty sure she assumes I am too), who I told and she responded with "Oh, that's so good! I was wondering if I should talk to you about that". As in... "Young lady, it's time you got to reproducing again, do I need to dig you up some mandrakes"?

I kind of gaped at her and changed the subject. She's lovely, but sheesh. She may have thought I had fertility problems though, because she's hard of hearing and once I muttered something to her about how I wished
another lady from church would stop telling me to have another baby, and she gave me a vague smile and said "Don't worry, it'll happen". My church is an exercise in holiness, all right...

ETA: OK... just because it's come up... the woman I bolded is in fact Dutch.

She not only tells me on a regular basis that DD "needs a sibling", "is asking for a brother", "wants a sister", "is ready to have a sibling" etc, but she tells everyone in the vicinity that they need to start nagging me too. Including men I barely know.
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