My master bedroom suite is situated in the same geographic space where I was most likely conceived over 48 years ago. A different house is on the spot now, though.
Of course my folks could have been on vacation, wandered off into the woods, or onto the beach for all I know. But since my conception date was in January, I sort of doubt it.
Sometime in December of 1983, in a cheap apartment two blocks from where I currently live.
::sees Qadgop’s post::
::remembers Qadgop has a doper daughter, elfbabe::
::Imagines elfbabe’s disgust at learning of her conception::
She was not conceived there. Neither was our other offspring. If she expresses interest in the details, I’ll bring her up to date on the info. I don’t expect her to express said interest.
But isn’t the SDMB about fighting ignorance?
::runs and hides from elfbabe::
More how than where… My mother was kind enough to share that I’m here thanks to a faulty condom. Er, thanks, Mom! She was nice enough to say that I wasn’t an “accident;” I was a “surprise.” 
And all of my sisters except the oldest were conceived in the bathroom of whatever house they lived in at the time, because that was the only room with a lock on the door. I once asked how they managed to have four kids in five years while Dad worked third shift, and they told me, “Send the kids out to the backyard to play, and lock the bathroom door.” More than I really needed to know…
Count yourself lucky, I had to take baths in the same bathtub until I was 11 and we had another bathroom added on.
Assuming that I was conceived in my parent’s bedroom at the house they were living in at the time, then both I and my daughter were conceived on the same mattress…
I think it’s safe to assume that I was conceived in my parents’ bedroom, as were my siblings. They never struck me as adventurous types. However, after my mom died I got the letters she had saved from before they were married, making it clear that there was no hanky-panky going on then, and some from the first couple of years after their wedding, when my dad was working out of state, or she was visiting her mother. He missed her something awful, and I really mean that. I learned some things I really didn’t need to know. It was worse than the time Mom told me the story about my sister asking where babies come from. At the end, sister asked the classic question, “You mean you and Daddy did that four times?” After hearing about it, I said, “It would have had to be seven times.” (because Mom had three miscarriages) And she muttered “A week.”
Oh, a whole lot more than I really wanted to know!!
My parents were in Bermuda for a month, and I happened there. Though this was never confirmed to me, I know from my father’s journals (which I’ve had since his death) that he was working out of town for the six weeks prior to the vacation and for two months afterward. Since I was neither horribly premature nor outrageously late, I had to have happened on the island.
That may explain my fondness for knee-length shorts.
I was conceived at the after-show party of a Brecht play my father was in. A fact my mother chose to advise me of at the after-show party of a play I was in at university, by announcing to the room in general: “The last time I was at a cast party was the night I conceived Jenny.” :o
I am guessing it was in the tiny “house” where we lived until I was 10. I do know it was two days after my parents were married, since that’s when everyone had finally left. So: June 12, 1978.
And I do know that I was conceived under the influence of mushrooms and wine. Yes, THOSE kind of mushrooms.
I had hippie parents.
Didn’t you point out the apartment where I was conceived?
It must have been your mother. I just verified that she had the right address.
Yeah, that’s the ticket.
You know, elfbabe, you are just sitting 10 feet from me. You could have just asked me.
Given that I didn’t have a womb with a view, I’d bet my place of conception was a uterus.
But that would stop everyone on the internet from learning the details of our conversation. And I couldn’t do that to them.
(cheesy 50’s infomercial voice)
The family of the future
Dad: Say Billy, could you pass the salt?
Billy: Salt iz da SUXXORS!!!11!!
Conceived in a back seat
Born in a ditch
My father was a terrorist
My mother was a witch
I was raised in an alley by a wino named Bill
He taught me how to fight and he taught me how to kill.
Now I’m in a gang and I wear a leather coat
And when the sun goes down I pray to the Goat!
really!
No idea where I was conceived (I’ll have to ask), but my children were both conceived in unusual places.
My elder was on the stair landing leading to the second floor in our house. At about 5:50 on a Wednesday afternoon.
My younger was in the backyard on the first beautiful night in May. The neighbors were REALLY impressed. :eek:
Oddly enough, these two places were probably the most unusual places we’ve ever done it. We’ve been afraid to experiment since.
Eli