I told dh that i needed more information about when we could start trying for a kid and he told me 9/11. Apparently because this is the day when he should have a lot of answers about things that are bothering him as unknowns now- his partial disability, a project grant that we just finished writing together, a job that he applied for.
Of course 9/11 has its own special wrench for us americans, but surprisingly enough it's also a significant date in catalan history. It's that date of a momentous and definitive defeat in a battle for catalan independence from spain. Which would make it seem like an anti-holiday, but actually they celebrate it happily here. I've heard it explained as a celebration of the day that the catalan people decided they would never let a physical defeat equal a spiritual defeat.
Really i was asking DH for his terms, you know- exactly what he felt he needed so that he could feel good about having kids so that i could help him meet those needs. And he answered 9/11... so i asked him if he meant 9/11 if he got favourable answers for his questions, and he said 9/11 no matter what. He just needs to know yes or no on those question and if the answer is no he feels completely confident that everything will work out for him anyway. He just needs to know one way or the other.
So this is excellent news because i was actually shooting for september/october because if we got knocked up fast that would be a summer baby and that's way cool to me. If my cycle stays regular, and i don't see why it shouldn't because it is really regular i should actually be fertile around 9/11. I know that it doesn't always work out fast, but hell we got pregnant about 3 weeks after we started having sex and that using condoms 100% of the time- so who knows what we can do without them. He's convinced that we´ll get pregnant that same month and swears by the incredible fertility of his potent man juices. Even if we don't get knocked up it should be great because i sure do love sex without condoms- especially with my man's juices. That's like, next month dude.
So I should be really relieved and happy because this is what i wanted. But in spite of myself i am kind of creeped out by the date that he chose. Is it creepy? Should i feel superstitious about this?