Something in another post today got me to thinking, for the first time ever, of when I was conceived. I mentally – okay, by counting fingers – tracked back to when it must have taken place. I have no information. I am one of many children and I never heard any stories about conception. No dreamy-eyed tales of romantic nights resulting in “little bundles of joy” (haha! I can barely type that – no bundle of joy, so far as I know, was ever brought home from the hospital to our house).
Anyway, these weren’t the kinds of things discussed under our roof, i.e., conceptions. Not even jokes (in an otherwise “jokey” family) were made – the topic was off-limits. Considering the event of my conception now, I’d like to think it was at least kind of fun, but I doubt it. That said, I will never know.
Do you ever think about your conception? That moment your parents got it on to ultimately produce you? Has anyone ever told you anything about it? Would you want to know if you could?