Trying to have a kid is an interesting process. For a guy, you show up, do your part and hope you hit a home run. For the ladies, it is a complicated timetable. I forgot about this and agreed to attend a happy hour for work. Little did I know that this time of the month is the “magic hour”. I am glad I was able to get out of it. The last thing you really want to tell anyone when pressed why you can’t attend a happy hour is “My wife is ovulating and I have to go home and have sex with her”. In other kid news, I think any child we have will not be a basketball player. I did pop a shot with my Uncle this weekend and any skill I had is long gone.