My wife (31F) and I (33M) have been married two years, dating over six and a half. Due to the economy sucking donkey bollocks, we haven’t broached discussion about having little crotch goblins, though we’d both expressed interest when we first started dating just months before the beer virus. Now, we’re just trying to survive in this noxious green air, trying to prevent the aliens from breeding within our bodies before we can procreate. My wife seems to have stopped caring about that, since for some reason she wanted to talk about her breeding fetish over RCS chat, like normal couples do in Pixar movies. What an incredible fantasy she must be living in! I mustn’t get too excited, as even though fornicating frequently with my gorgeous wife (seriously, I took that picture of her and it still turns me on) sounds wonderful, the last thing I want is for my babbys to have way instain mother.

For what it worth, she’s a low-level retail supervisor, while I am an office drone, and we make $95,000 a year combined. I don’t think that’s enough money to bring two children into the relationship without having more savings than we currently do, and I still would like to travel to places like Japan and Boguslovania before we have munchkins to worry about. Should I divorce her or am I overreacting?

AIO for freaking out at my wife for having a very important conversation over text?