The Fateful Compact of 2007

So my wife, bless her heart, has often commented that she would like another child. Me, I don't see what's wrong with the three we have, but she apperently wants another. Recent these comments have increased in frequency. There are a number of significant problems with having another child.

1) We already have 3. Duh.
2) I don't know for certain if my wife's health, both physical and mental, could survive another prenancy.
3) We already have 3 kids.
4) Charlebois children have a tendancy to consume great piles of food, especially during the teen years, which coincides with #5...
5) We already have 3 children.
6) Via surgery, I have removed myself for the available gene pool.
7) Did I mention we already have 3?

However, I am a reasonable man. I know that #6 can be remedied. Also, recent advances in agricultural technology should mean that the farm-growers of Minnesota could probably generate the food to feed one more Charlebois. So, the biggest remaining hurdle is my wife's health. You see, she is a diabetic, and has not taken good care of herself. Hence, the Fateful Compact of 2007. I told my loving wife that if she is can reduce her average bloodsugar level to below 120 (which would be hard to track) and reduce her A1C level to below 7.0 (which would be easy to track), then we can have another child. I think it's fairly safe to say that setting the bar at this level is the equivelant of telling a man in San Diego that all he needs is a pair of trunks and a swim cap to get to Hawaii. However, it's win-win for me. I gives her something to do rather than bemoan the lack of a fourth child, and if she does do it, she will be much healthier, and maybe, just maybe, we can grow old together.