So, we were ask to do something which we never would have thought to be ask, ever, within our lifetime. To have sex. To have sex at a precise time, to be exact. In short, a scheduled sex session. It was like taking a page out of a how-to book or a romance novel for adult which revolves around a couple of sex society right? Or like those couple who have kids. Nope. It was a schedule that we have to keep in order for us to have the best chance to conceive.
Yes, we are trying and as this is our 6th year of marriage without the pitter patter of a small feet to colour our lives, we are resorting to a lot of medical or traditional advice. Of course we have done all that we could do ourselves trying to have one. Sex positions, exercises, concoctions, pills, you name it. Been there, done that. The only one we still have not tried is the 35% chances of IVF which could cost a lot. We are of the opinion as the insemination is done outside and all, that would be our last option. Even after adoption.
As it was the first time we were in a situation (technically speaking) where we were going to have sex at an exact hour, we tried to relived our dating days. SMS during working hours saying naughty things. A simple dinner at home. Romantic movie (Sex in the City, which we haven't seen).
To tell the truth that night it was not the session itself which was special. It was the whole day. The 'procedure' was just an excuse. For all the romantic escapade which we like to have in the city sometimes, doing it at your own house can sometimes be as meaningful. Hmmmm.... Maybe I should schedule this every other week.