What's in Fort Smith, Arkansas?

They're pregnant. No, not us. Them. The other couple in Supper Club who've been TTC for the last year and a half. Not so long as us, but still, long enough to reach the despair point. Mrs. J had endometriosis, and so they were on this drug and that treatment. They did their first round of IUI in November with no success. But at that point I knew that any day it would be us or them. It's them.

But not the way you would expect! Oh no. They did it naturally! Serious! How, you may want to know? So did we. Apparently, the secret is going on vacation. And for them, it was having sex at her parents' house. I'm afraid we draw the line at that, but vacation? Yeah, we could do that. The fact that we haven't done that since we got married 7 years ago may have something to do with our current situation.

Actually, we have taken time off from work, but time off does not a vacation make. Our time off has usually consisted of this family crisis or that minor emergency... which, according to my husband's most recent Master's class, Stress Management, produces cortisol, the stress hormone. Cortisol then inhibits the production of endorphins, the feel-good chemicals in your brain that you are supposed to feel when you ACTUALLY go on vacation. But I digress.

So, on our way home from Supper Club, my husband asked me what I thought about going on vacation during our next ovulation window. Granted, taking time off from work is stressful in and of itself. We know that when we get back, we are always buried for a few days as we try to get caught up. But I digress again.

Vacation. We're actually on vacation! I swear! We're in Fort Smith, Arkansas for a week. What's in Fort Smith, you might ask? That's not important. What's more important is what's not in Fort Smith. Work, friends, family, our house, our cats, our dogs, laundry, homework dishes... I could go on and on. What have we done so far? Dinner, sleep, breakfast, and, well, lunch is pending. Oh, and so is sex. After all that's the whole point.