“Everyone’s looking at me,” Devorah complained. “Wherever I go, I feel people’s eyes examining me to see if anything is ‘on the way’ "
Iwalked into my apartment after second seder to find my wife Devorah looking glum.
“Hi Devorah ” I said. “What’s wrong?”
“Horowitz from two blocks down had a baby.”
“Oh ” I said. “A boy?”
“Yeah.”
“And they want us to be kvatter.”
“Right.”
With our first anniversary behind us invitations to act as kvatter at brissim were pouring in furiously. At first Devorah and I had welcomed these opportunities as a segulah for having children but after the first half-dozen or so the invitations started to sting.
All the young couples around us were proudly pushing strollers or on their way to becoming parents and we felt keenly conscious of the fact that we had no baby on the horizon.
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