You could always say: When I have a spare few thousand dollars, I'll take an awful lot of drugs that make me feel nauseous, bloated and generally feral for about three weeks, then have some surgery, then DH will toss off into a specimen jar, which will be mixed with my eggs in a petri dish, and then hopefully, if the universe decides it's time, we might get the chance to have another baby.
Or.... You mean you're asking when DH and I will be having sex again? Isn't that a little bit personal? It's not like I want to know when you and your DW are going to shag....
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