Having no kids of my own, (and no plan to in the near future!) I was more than a little embarrased recently. I went to a (former) senior collegues house for what was a lovely day. I admired a beautiful rug in the living room and he told me that “he made two kids there”. Well that was definatly well in the TMI zone, and it got worse when later we were watching TV and his daughter (one of 4 kids) chose to sit on that very rug.
I suspect he could have been kidding, but outside of those who had kids due to one night stands etc, do you really remember where your kids were started?
My dad once informed me and my brother that he could remember when each of us was conceived.
After he died, a friend of his posted on a memorial website his employer put up, posting a photo of him and my mom from that time period vacationing on his property in Nova Scotia and saying, “I think this is the trip where his oldest son [me] was conceived.” My mom glanced at it and said, “Nope.”
For one yes. Most people don’t believe this but my wife got something similar to morning sickness within hours of the deed. She was also able to tell exactly where the little monster was before it could be confirmed by ultrasound. Long before she sould have been able to feel anything.
*<male voice>
It was the middle of winter
And I drove us in my car
The snow started falling
So we stopped off at a bar
The beer started flowing
And your mother and I took the floor
But by the last dance we were tired
So I booked a room next door
So if anyone asks you
If you come from Heaven above
You’re from a one star hotel
With a five star passionate love
<female voice>
It was a hot summers day
And we drove there in our car
And your father was thirsty
So we had to find a bar
Well he couldn’t stop drinking
And he couldn’t stand on his feet
We had to walk to a hotel
And book ourselves into a suite
So if the teachers asks you
Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell
You’re from a one star drunken screw
In a one star motel
Yes if the teachers asks you
Are you from Heaven or are you from Hell
You’re from a pitch black toilet
In a highway Taco Bell*
Sometimes I think that there’s at least one song about everything.
I believe it, for various reasons. I know women can sometimes tell almost immediately.
I think the story in the OP is positively icky, though. Why would you tell someone who just came over to your house for dinner? Especially a colleague; now you always have to imagine them doing the nasty on the rug.
I have no kids, but I’d bet my parents wouldn’t remember where they made me. I think they shacked up in some hotel the few times they were able to get together. One of those places that rent by the hour.
Post hoc fallacy. Just because you get sick after the act doesn’t mean it’s morning sickness. Conception is not an instant process. It takes a couple of days, and it takes days or weeks more for the hormones to kick in and cause morning sickness.
I got my wife pregnant three times, and I remember each time. Mostly this is because we only have sex 1-3 times a month, so there was never a problem figuring out which time it was. Every time was in our bed at home, every time was missionary position, and every time was when the sun was up. Our son was the result of a particularly hard pounding, and I often wonder if that has something to do with his awful disposition. Does he somehow know that Daddy was slamming it into Mommy like she was a two-dollar whore the day he was made?