So, I’d mentioned elsewhere that this would be a month off for us, TTC-wise. Dreams of Florida vacations (Gulf Coast recs, anyone?) had us thinking we would wait. Just a month. Right.

So, when I got home from school and a trip to the library, and found Dave home early, I was planning to wait. Really. But then, in a decidedly unsual scenario (for us) we were nekkid by 6, at Dave’s suggestion. I typically don’t talk about this part of our life, but it was so unusual, that it is part of the story behind the title.

Once in the moment, I couldn’t err, try to not conceive. So, I am officially in the two week wait. Again.

I talked to Amy about it earlier. Taking a month off felt sort of like dropping out of college with a class left. But, I was planning to abstain… then, The Devouring.

I am a fatalist. I am. I know that I am ovulating, thanks to the green tea. And I can’t help but think that maybe there is some animal instinct under our civilized ways that triggers the instinct in men, because really, it’s not typical. And it was great.

And for the non-scientifically based possibilities that COULD mean that was the one:

* Today is Daed’s birthday. He’s TEN! All day long I was remembering the day he was born; I wrote about in writing workshop and shared with the kids, who got a kick out of my “title,” Gigi. I called and serenaded him before school, and it just made me really sentimental, remembering that golden fall day.

* Yesterday was a baby shower-llike thing at school for a colleague that is due in 10 days. When I went in on a cake-recon mission for my coteacher (who was in a meeting), somehow my “I need cake for two” got translated into “Are you pregnant?” I did the whole Big Eyed Exaggerated “NO WAY!” + Cringe move and took my cake back to my room.

* If I WERE to have conceived a few hours ago, before the sesame chicken, my EDD would be June 4. A decidedly Gemini kiddo.

* In true Gemini fashion, it will probably be late and be born five days later, on Amy’s birthday.

* It WOULD excuse me from detention duty that last week of school.
* A current front-runner boys name is synonymous with a Cat5 hurricane that’s about to flatten Florida.

Bringing it full circle to “We are planning to go to Florida in April.”

Ah well. It could be nothing! It could be just a crazy afternoon romp (No! Not Delight! I won’t put that classic, and hideous, song in your head, nooo -oooooo, Afternoon DELIGHT! Heh.) But I guess I couldn’t waste a month, on some level, without sorta not not trying. Sigh. We’ll see.