There may be something to this Lusty Month of May thing.
I was born about 9 months after my parents' wedding anniversary in June. But I've never had the guts to ask how I was conceived.
But if my sons ask me, I can tell them. My youngest son was conceived in the back of a van in the parking lot of a Country Kitchen in Rockford, IL.
Am I the only one who gets little "wear proper clothing!" panic attacks?
OMG no. Those consume far too much of my life. Sometimes I just don't leave the house because getting dressed is too stressful on the decision-making.
Thanks for the birthday wishes nice people!
Woo for Jess's new job! That sounds like an excellent move.
But I've never had the guts to ask how I was conceived.
Um.... you don't know by now?!?!
I assume bees were involved. And maybe birds? It sounds a bit suspect.
Um.... you don't know by now?!?!
OK, I walked into that one.
I mean, was it a romantic anniversary getaway? Or did my parents just stagger into the bedroom, drunk on grasshoppers?
Happy, happy birthday, -t! Wishing you cake, of course!
Congratulations, Jessica!
Congrats, Jessica!!!!!
Happy birthday, -t! February birthdays are the bestest.
The ick persists (though the lungs are working fine). I'm so tired of this. I go to SLC next week, and I know that is 7 days from now, but I'm terrified I'll still feel like this.
My birthday is almost exactly 9 months after Valentine's Day, so I've never felt the need to ask about my own conception story.