We can all breathe easy now, internet. My mom doesn't know the when or where of my conception (or my little brother's). She does, however, know the details of my little sister's, which she told me and my sis over dinner the other night. Sis was squirming, and I was breathing a huge sigh of relief. I could care less about the details of the magical night that made my sister, but knowing that I will never be told the gruesome details of my own conception made my night.
In case you're wondering how we got to that topic of conversation (especially given my pathological fear of knowing my conception story), we were discussing gender prediction methods (boy is leading 2 to 1, in case you care). One of the methods B and I looked up was the "sex in relation to ovulation" thing. Without thinking, I told my mom and sis that two methods say boy, and one says girl. I didn't think to stop myself before I got to a point where I had to explain the three predictors we had looked at. Ooops. So, I tell them the predictors, then I go off on a bit of a tangent that was more or less the contents of the "On conception" post. Then, my wonderful mother volunteers that she has no idea about me and bro, but remembers that sis happened after a night of drinking strawberry daiquiris at my godmother's house. Priceless.
So, let's all sleep easy tonight knowing that one of my ridiculous neuroses has been permanently put to rest. Thanks, Mom, for not having memorable sex the night you got knocked up with me.