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Subject: {ASSM} P2C 'A Very Planned Baby' By El Gato M/F, Rom, Con, Preg
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Content Warning: The following is a work of fiction, and contains
mature subject matter; and graphic descriptions of people engaged
in sexual acts.  If this bothers you or if it is illegal to
possess such material in your locality please delete this file
now.
This is a work of fiction and any similarity to any person(s)
living or dead is pure coincidence.  Under no circumstances
should this material be deemed suitable for minors.

Copyright (c) by El Gato, 2001 el_gat09@hotmail.com


Distribution Rights: May be distributed freely at the time of the
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The author specifically reserves all other rights.

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with
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The author desires honest feedback, suggestions, or criticism.

Reviews of the story are welcome.

This story was written for the Pendragon Challenge.

Authors note: This story is set in the 1950's.

A Very Planned Baby.

By El Gato
M/F, Rom, Con, preg

The nurse stood in the doorway, flipping the paper back and
forth. "Mr. And Mrs. Johnson?" She looked up and saw our
acknowledgement. "The doctor will see you now."

She escorted us into a warmly furnished office, with two high-
backed chairs facing a large oak desk. She asked us to take a
seat. "The doctor will be right with you."

We sat, holding hands until the doctor came in. I rose and
accepted his offered hand. "Please make yourselves comfortable."
He sat behind his desk, and opened up the chart he had placed on
the desk. "As you know, this is the third in our scheduled
visits. The first was with Jenny, alone. The second with Alan.
The tests are all complete, and we have a treatment in mind that
can help you conceive your second child."

We looked at each other, and smiled. "Thank you, doctor. After
seven years, we were beginning to think we were going to be
unable to have more children."

The doctor smiled at me. "You are quite welcome. But keep in mind
that nothing is a complete surety. Studies of human fertility are
still in their infancy, and we are learning new things every
day." He turned a page in the chart. "The results seem to
indicate that a combination of low sperm count with a vaginal
acidity that is slightly higher than normal being the problem.
Both are open to treatment to help improve your chances of
conception."

The doctor turned to me. "Alan, I'm going to give you some
vitamins that we have developed here. They should help increase
your sperm count. I would also recommend changing from briefs to
boxer type underwear. When you work, do you wear jeans or
coveralls?"

"I wear overalls." I answered.

He nodded. "Yes, that actually is good. You should hold off
having relations with your wife for five days before her most
fertile period. We will have a calendar prepared to assist in
this."

He turned to Jenny. "I also have some vitamins for you, and a
special diet to follow. Did you take your temperature each
morning before getting out of bed?"

"Yes." Jenny handed him a paper with the numbers written down.
"The dates and my temperatures are all here. The numbers seem to
stay the same, most of the time." Jenny had been taking her
temperature first thing in the morning for over two months.

"That's very good." He buzzed someone on the intercom. "Come get
Mrs. Johnson's basal readings, please." Again, to Jenny. "The
temperature you take every morning is very important, Jenny. It
will tell us exactly what day you are ovulating, and most
fertile." A nurse came in, and the doctor handed her the paper my
wife had brought. "Take this and prepare a basal chart, please."

"The chart is in calender form, with a spot for you to keep
entering your actual temperature as seen each morning. For the
next two months, stay on this diet." He handed Jenny a sheet with
her diet. "And you will be on this diet, Alan." He handed me a
sheet with a list of foods, and how to prepare them. Jenny's was
on pink paper, mine was on light blue paper.

The doctor went over each food, how it was prepared, and what it
was supposed to do to help us. He also gave a list of foods to
stay away from, and told us why. I never knew Brussels sprouts
could cause a low sperm count.

After about thirty minutes, the nurse came back in carrying a
folder and two bottles. "Thanks, nurse." The doctor took the
pills and handed them to each of us. "These are the vitamins.
Take one pill each morning with breakfast. The bottles are color-
coded, pink for Jenny, blue for Alan." He then handed Jenny the
printed calendar, with some days in red. "This is your basal
chart, Jenny. The days marked in red should be the five days
prior to your most fertile time." He turned to me. "Those five
days are the days you should avoid relations with your wife." He
then placed a folder in front of us on the desk and opened it.

The folder contained a picture of a woman on her back with her
legs spread and knees raised. "For the greatest chance of
conception, Jenny should be in this position, with a pillow
slightly raising her hips during intercourse." Jenny and I were
both stealing glances at each other, and blushing furiously. "Try
to remain in this position for five minutes after Alan has
finished." He closed the folder, and handed it to Jenny.

"As to the fact that Alan is RH positive, and Jenny is RH
negative; this shouldn't cause any problems for conception.
However, after pregnancy is confirmed set up another appointment
to follow-up. Your first child was in no danger due to a
difference of blood type, any subsequent pregnancy should be
monitored closely for any possible trouble." The doctor smiled at
us. "Any questions?" Seeing we had none, the doctor rose to shake
our hands. "Good luck conceiving your second child."



The next several weeks went by in their usual fashion. The wheat
was planted, the cotton harvested, the silos filled in
preparation for the winter. I decided that after wearing briefs
for so many years, that boxers were uncomfortable. But this was
so we could have another child, a child we both so desperately
wanted. I could stand a little discomfort.

Jenny would wake up each morning, note her temperature on the
chart, and get up to fix breakfast for our firstborn son. Then
she would put him on the bus to school. I had generally left for
work in the fields before daylight.

I had only been plowing the cotton stubble for a little over an
hour when I saw the Queen Mary (my old Kaiser-Fraiser) driving up
the access road to the field. It came to a stop at the end of the
row, leaving me enough room to turn the tractor onto the next set
of rows. I stopped the tractor, and got down to see what was
going on.

The car was still running, but Jenny wasn't behind the wheel.
When I got closer, I could see her motioning me to come to the
rear door, she was in the back seat. I opened the door, and Jenny
reached for me.

"Get in here, it's cold with the door open." Jenny had covered
the back seat of the 'Queen' with blankets. All she had on was
her housecoat, and it was untied. "My temperature was up this
morning. It's time." She was reaching for the straps on my
overalls, her hands shaking with excitement.

I sat next to my lovely wife, and took her into my arms for a
kiss. She flowed into me, and then pulled back abruptly. "Those
buttons are *cold*! Get out of those clothes."

I gave her a quick kiss and a chuckle, and started undoing
buttons. Jenny helped; soon I was naked in the warm car. She
pulled off her housecoat, and lay back with a wicked smile,
spreading her legs in invitation.

Moving up her body, I stopped to suckle at her breasts for a
moment. "I love your breasts, Jenny."

She pushed her breast into my greedy mouth, encouraging me for a
moment. "I love the way you love me. Even your face is cold,
Alan." She gently pulled me further. "Come up here, I'll warm you
up."

Gently placing my weight upon her, I kissed my bride, entering
her heat with my loins. She moaned in my mouth. As we made love,
she spoke to me. "I hope we have a girl, Alan. I so much want a
daughter to love, too." She kissed me, again. "If we have another
son, I will still be happy."

I kissed the nape of her neck, and whispered in her ear. "Son or
daughter, this will be the most planned baby on the face of the
planet." She giggled. I began moving in earnest, reaching for
climax. "Boy or girl, we will love him or her because we love
each other, and this will be *our* baby."

Jenny pulled me into a tight embrace; I could hear her saying
over and over "Our baby. Our baby. Our baby." as I spent my seed
within her.

Jenny pulled the blankets over us, and we held each other for
five minutes. Just like the doctor ordered.

Epilogue: Nine months later, Jenny delivered a healthy boy.

El Gato



This is a true story.
The names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Make that: The names have been changed to protect the author.<G>



Please send any comments, constructive criticism, and/or
suggestions to El Gato at: el_gat09@hotmail.com.

Flames will be cheerfully ignored, unless I decide to format your
hard drive.

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