My name is Anna and I have to tell you about how I survived Christmas with my family. I'm forty years old and my husband and I have decided we want children. I'm not sure why we waited so long but the long list of excuses always was more important. First, we needed to get married. Then we wanted a house, a car, a boat, and a cottage. Once we had those things we decided we wanted to spend time enjoying those things.
Before we knew it Jim had turned forty and I was close to thirty-eight. We did what all couples do when they want kids. We threw away the condoms and starting fucking like bunnies. It was great really. A year later, we still weren't pregnant so the parade of visits to the doctors began. The result was simple. We were both fertile but our timing was off.
I'm an engineer and I'm very good with details. I read up on everything I possibly could and decided that taking my temperature every morning along with checking how wet I was down there was the best solution. After two months, I knew exactly when I was ovulating but still no baby.
The next idea was to do an ovulation test. The first month I tested almost ten times a day and I was thankful that the local dollar store sold the tests in packs of three. I'm sure the woman behind the counter thought I was crazy, especially since I bought twenty dollars worth of tests at once.
November came along and I was fertile right around Thanksgiving. It was perfect since we just stayed inside all weekend and fucked like bunnies. Of course, two weeks later, the evil bitch called 'Aunt Flo' arrived and we were back to square one.
It wasn't until December fifteenth came around and my lovely mother called me up to ask me if it was O.K. if we were assigned to the cabin. My eyes went wide as I realized that I would be the most fertile right when we were at the cottage with my family.
Jim was a good sport about everything and he knew that he would be required to fuck me three times a day from December twenty-fourth until the twenty-sixth. We were all prepared or so we thought.
We did it in the morning and then packed up and drove the two hours to the cottage. My parents own a large lot on the lake and the house is winterized. Two years ago, my mother decided she never saw enough of the family so it was a great idea to invite everyone up for three days and two nights of family fun. This year the house was obviously very crowded. My parents were in their own bedroom. My two aunts and two uncles were in the two other bedrooms in the main cabin. We were the only other married couple so we got the cabin, which was really just a one-room building with windows on all sides and a bed. It was heated with a nice fireplace that my Dad had put in ten years ago.
The path from the cabin to the cottage is short so if it wasn't snowing we could run back and forth without having to put on layers of clothing. This was good because I hate the winter and would love my parents' cottage to be somewhere other then northern Ontario. Orlando, Florida would be a good place.
