Well it finally happened. I set aside a romantic evening with my husband for us to make a baby. The gypsy woman not only was able to give me a special love potion to get us in the mood. After hours of looking in the attic through my mom's books I found a spell for fertility. I had to first track my ovulation for a month until i knew the exact day it was happening. Late at night I went outside, got naked, or skyclad, as it says in the book, and drew a circle around myself. Then I did my sensual dance. I just took everything I was feeling and channeled it. I'm sure I looked stupid but thank goodness no one else was there. I'm sure I fell asleep at some point because the next thing I remember is Don putting me on the couch wrapped in a towel. I mumbled something to him about the drinks in the kitchen which I had put in fancy glasses with fruit. He brought me mine and we both drank together. Then he carried me upstairs to our room. It felt like the first time we ever made love. Which was arguably better than our honeymoon because Don wasn't distracted by thinking about his daughters and neither of their mother's called. The next morning we just snuggled in the afterglow until I had to go to work. Now for the agonizing two week wait that I've heard so much about on the pregnancy forums.