Nothing seems more perfect than making a baby in Hawaii, right? Mister's parents did it, so it seemed like a romantic idea. When news of our week in Hawaii spread throughout our family, everyone followed the news with “you’ll get pregnant in Hawaii!”
Um, I don’t mean to be a cynic, but you do know that there is only a small window for fertilization to happen, right? And the chances of it being during 25% of your cycle aren’t the greatest. We were used to rolling with the odds (and against them).
I was set to ovulate during the first day of our trip – the flight & first evening. Now, the Mister and I aren’t exactly the rambunctious type, so joining the “mile-high club” was basically out. Not to mention, my balance, his long legs and that slushy blue toilet water was about as scary as it could get for me. What we didn’t add into the equation was the seventeen hour flight, five hour time difference and the exhaustion that would follow.
Having sex when you are jet lagged, exhausted and sticky (Hawaiian humidity) is about as sexy as humping in hot honey. We had to overcome this mindset. We were a couple on a mission.
Part 7: Souvenir.
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