The radio announcer, a woman, jokingly remarked that if men had the babies the human race would cease to be.
I asked myself why that would be a bad thing.
The only answer that would satisfy me is in relation to the eternal purpose of God. Without such faith I have no answer. Human reproduction, it seems to me, is that serious.
Fortunately my own deciding about such matters is in the distant past. I do not see myself following my great-great uncle William who fathered two children in his seventies with a wife in her thirties.