When you're a woman of a certain reproductive age, there's a predictable timeline of nagging that emerges over the years. First come the seemingly well intentioned questions about when you'll settle down and get married. If you do get hitched, you'll start fielding questions about when you'll have a child before the cake is even served. Then, once you do become a mother – and thus complete all the milestones of appropriate womanhood that American culture dictates – the next question inevitably is: "When will you do it again?"
Not only are these questions rude, but they rely on stereotypes about what makes a woman – and a family – "complete". The assumption that you need more than one child to be a "real family" is so pervasive that even I didn't initially escape.