Post # 1
This is information I really could have done without, but my mom told me some time in my teens that my parents thought it would be “cool” to conceive a baby on their trip to Paris, so they did! It was that easy apparently. They had only been married a few months and I’m assuming it was their first time trying. I think that story kind of shaped my idea of how TTC works for many years, you just decide it’s a good time and nine months later you have a baby.
Post # 3
Oh my lord. I don’t know and I don’t want to. *shudder*
Post # 4
Haha! That would be cool to uh, make a baby in Paris. Apparently my parents thought Itd be cool to make me on Christmas Eve… And I was born exactly 9 months later. Thanks for the info, mom!!!!
Post # 5
My story changed!
When I was a teenager, the story was “Your grandmother broke into our house, dragged the mattress down the stairs, opened a bottle of wine, and left before we got home. Then you happened!”
Later (when telling them that we were planning on tryng for a baby after the wedding), they told me the REAL story– They STARTED trying that night, but it took them EIGHT months to conceive me!
(I got KU first cycle–my mother couldn’t believe it!)
Post # 6
Yikes lol. The most my mom has said was “I went off birth control twice. You, and your brother.” haha
Post # 7
@BrandNewBride: Wait…what? Why would she drag the mattress down the stairs? Was this a sign to them that they better make a grandchild? I don’t think I get it…
Post # 8
Many years ago I finally did the math based off of my birthday and figured out that I was conceived on their 2nd wedding anniversary. When I mentioned it to my mom, she laughed, but then put on her serious face and told me that my father had kept her waiting long enough, and SHE WANTED A BABYYYYYYY. My dad was never overly enthusiastic about reproducing, and apparently she had to use her feminine wiles. I’m an only child.
Post # 9
It took my mom 20 years to realize I was born 9 months and 1 day after my parents’ wedding anniversary and my brother was born 9 months and a day after her birthday. I’m slightly wierded out by that information but I find it funny that it took her 20 years to realize it.
Post # 10
I don’t know about me (thank god!) but my mom let it slip out to myself and one of her friends over dinner (read: wine!) this summer that my big sister was an accident. My mom got married really young and had my sister about a year and a half later, so I always figured it was purposefully planned that way even though my mom was super young. Nope! Turns out, she had been having problems with her birth control or something and the doctor was going to have her switch. Turns out it wasn’t a great transition to switching or the new one didn’t take effect fast enough or something because my mom was basically immediately pregnant. Big sis was totally a surprise! (She’s evil, I’d call it more of a mistake, but that’s another story).
From my understanding, my mom has pretty much been insta-pregnant every time she thought of it. I only hope I’m so lucky. (Though given that we’ve been pretty lax about avoiding this whole year, I’m guessing I’m not quite that gifted.)
Post # 11
Of course I know how I came to be. My mom was visited by a stork who gave her a baby bean, so she ate it, and then I grew in her tummy.
Post # 12
@allyfally: No way, what a coincidence! That’s how I got here too!
Post # 14
@LoveMikey: Yay for stork bean babies!
Post # 15
My parents tried for over 2 years to get pregnant, so I wasn’t conceived on a particularly special day. Finally she got pregnant, and when she was in her 8th month (a few days before her baby shower), the doctor discovered she was pregnant with twins (my brother and I). Apparently God thought she’d tried hard enough because she had 2 more planned pregnancies (one single, one twins) and one surprise pregnancy (twins again) and ended up with 7 kids.
Post # 16
@PatientBee: Oops! She dragged it down the stairs and put it in front of the lit fireplace (with the wine)
I have no idea where that line disappeared to!
ETA: My parents were married for three years when I was born, and my grandma was (apparently) READY FOR SOME GRANDBABIES.