My older sister might have been a witness.
She would have been two at the time. She told me, when we were both still pretty young children, that she remembered seeing “Mommy and Daddy bouncing naked on the bed”.
Funny, I had not thought about that in a very long time. I wonder if she still has that visual image in her memory…
Roddy
I know I am due to some sort of failed contraception–I certainly have never probed to find out what kind. They had been married about 18 months, and were planning on waiting until my father graduated to start a family.My father had just begun a PhD program; my mother is a teacher and was planning to support him through school. They had three sons by the time he finished his program. Apparently family planning isn’t my parents’ forte.
Anyhow, apparently there was a snowstorm in Charlottesville VA in early 1982 and my parents were snowed in. I ensued.
All I’ve cared to find out is that I was conceived in Nova Scotia.
My parents, divorced now for more than 30 years, were young ministry students three months into their marriage when my twin and I were conceived. They were really a pair of dumbasses, practicing natural family planning because, at the time, my dad didn’t believe in birth control and my mom’s doctor was Catholic and wouldn’t write a prescription for the pill. And they certainly didn’t get any actual training in natural family planning because my mom tells me she though you counted from the last day of your period, not the first. Personally, I am never even sure of the last day of my period.
After the surprise of twins, I think my dad changes his POV re: BC and my mom found a new doctor. My brother, 3 1/2 years younger than I, was planned.
I was concieved 2 days after my parents got married. They were hippies and under the influence of “special” mushrooms and wine.
They have both told me that they knew they had concieved a kid at the time.
However, I’m also positive I was unplanned. I was born 9 months and 4 days after they were married and they didn’t have the money to raise a kid. They managed.
My middle sister was planned; my little sister was an “oops.”
The bathtub 10 feet away as I type this. Good times. Best October ever.
I think I was a birthday present to father. I was born on November 5, his birthday is February 4, nine months to the day.
I am pretty sure I was planned. My parents would have been married about six months when I was concieved. I have a cousin about five months older than I am, so I figure my mother wanted a baby just like her sister–in-law.
Being adopted, I don’t really know, all I know is that the woman who got pregnant with me was 12 years old at the time, 13 when she gave birth to me. The strumpet.
I know more that I want to know, that’s for sure.
Apparently my parents decided to go along with the current wisdom of the age, that you ought to be married a year before you start trying to have a baby. (I was born a month before their second aniversary). Due to their busy work schedules they didn’t see much of each other after a pre-conception doctor visit gave them the green light. So, unfortunately for me, they know exactly when I was conceived. Thus, the song “Afternoon Delight” fills me with a special sort of horror since my mother gleefully imparted the knowledge that it have been playing when… ick!
My brother is six years younger -by design- and it apparently upset my mother greatly that they had to “try” for three months, since it had been a hole in one the first time around.
I have no story here, but my wife was 18 years old when her little brother was born.
She remains grossed out to this day.
The women in my family are all extremely fertile…
Exhibit A — My conception
My mother was 36, and I was conceived despite the fact that two forms of both control were used (condoms and contraceptive foam). Needless to say, I was not planned.
Exhibit B — My pregnancy
I was on the pill; he had testicular cancer (and was supposedly sterile), but somehow I still got pregnant.
Exhibit C — My sister’s story
She was on the pill when she conceived her first child. Her second child was conceived immediately after she stopped breastfeeding her first child. Her third child was conceived after her husband had a vasectomy (and it is his child).
I’ll keep this short: condoms can and do break sometimes.
Depending on what day ofthe week you ask my mother, I was concieved either in a house on Logan Road, at Greenslopes (just near the Rock’n"Roll Fuitbowl, for any Brisbane Dopers) or a flat at Hawthorne St, Wolloongabba. She has made me detour when driving her places to point out both sites to me. I’m inclined to believe the Wolloongabba story.
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I believe I was an accident, due to the fact that my brother is 7 years older than I am. My mom was 36 and my dad was 40 when I was born.
Other than that, I got nothin’, except that like matt_mcl, I was conceived in Nova Scotia… my parents didn’t leave at that time.
Based on my birth date, I’m guessing I was the result of Valentine’s Day celebration and not the result of an immaculate conception, which is what my mother would like me to think, I’m sure.
I know that my dad and my aunt were conceived in the bed that I sleep in, though. (Thanks for sharing, Grandma!)
It’s traits like these that help me understand why Mom and Grandma never got along.
GT
After my elder brother’s horrific delivery, my father declared there would be No More. My mother said something like pshaw, that’s why they have c-sections. So my conception was planned by my mother and not my father. But I expect she allowed him to be present in the event, as I resemble his side of the family.
My spouse was conceived during Carnaval, my FIL climbed over the roofs (rooves?) to my MIL’s room for the purpose. They were not married at the time. My MIL still insists that babies conceived during Carnaval to unmarried parents are born under a lucky star; it is unclear whether this only applies to the ones whose parents later married or not, snort.
Here in the south of Holland, Valentine’s Day is a less likely marker than is Carnaval. Lot of winter babies 'round these parts.
I was completely unplanned, (though wanted) and a “nooner”.
My mom was told by her doctors that she wouldn’t have any more kids and that the fertility drugs she took for my brother were a miracle and shouldn’t have worked. They contented themselves with one kid for four years.
She was living in St Louis and my Dad had moved to Michigan for a job. She was to join him in a few weeks after living out the lease. He got to missing her one day and drove straight through the night just to see her and then drive home the next day. He surprised her at work.
She was apparently 2 hours late back from lunch. Her coworkers didn’t much mind. 
I was definitely planned - supposedly it all happened on a rug in front of the fireplace after they had been married a couple of years (I’m the eldest). That’s about all I ever wanted to know about it.
Considering that my parents have been divorced since I was about 9, and not-so-happily married for a while before that, I have very few memories of them ever dealing civilly with each other, let alone having sex. A few years back, Mom ran into their wedding album in a closet, and it was really odd to me to see my parents smiling at each other.
About myself I have no clue, sex was a non-issue in my house. I was hatched, there is NO SUCH THING AS SEX according to my parents.
But my husband was born to a 15 year old that wanted to get married, when that didn’t work she got pregnant with his sister, and permission was given.
My parents tried to conceive for five years before they got lucky, and apparently went through pretty extensive fertility treatments. Once when I was a teenager my mom told me “You weren’t conceived in a lab, you were conceived on a Saturday afternoon. For fun.” She has always made a point to tell my sister and me that we were very much planned and wanted, and I guess that was why she told me. I would have been conceived in 1982, so I guess its possible that I would have been a test tube baby, but it never occurred to me. It didn’t squick me out, because my mom and I are very close and both prone to over-sharing.
My best friend has a great story. She was on the phone with her mom, and she mentioned that she was about to come down to visit me, because it was my birthday. Her mom said “It is TheLorax’s birthday? Well it is a very special day for you too…” Apparently, on the day I was born, about 150 north, my best friend was conceived. Her mom is normally VERY private, so it was surprising that she shared. Pretty cosmic, huh?