Shhh!

The Husband and The Roommate ready to
make an ice sculpture at culinary school.  
Faces removed for anonymity...
they'd kill me if they found this.

It’s hard gettin busy makin a baby when you’ve got a roommate. I love him to death and am happy he’s living with us, but it makes it kinda difficult sometimes. He and the husband went to culinary school together and both got a job with the same chef here. So, it made sense that we all live together while we’re all five hundred miles away from home. They work at different restaurants, but their shifts are often at the same time. Every now and then it works out where the husband is home when the roommate is not, and that turns into GO TIME! We usually get some alone time when it’s baby-dancing time, but no such luck this month. BD’ing was put on hold for a week until we got the ok from the doctor. The ok came yesterday, the same day the OPK turned positive, so we missed out on a few prime days.

He was too tired to go at it after work last night, so we decided we’d try in the morning before the roommate woke up. The roommate usually doesn’t get up until 1-2 in the afternoon, so we figured we’d be alright. (They don’t get off work until around 11pm-midnight, so we stay up pretty late.) This morning the husband wakes up and wants coffee and breakfast first, so I oblige. Then he’s finally ready, and we start doin our thang.

We can be quiet, but the bed rattles. The walls are thin. I guess we woke him up.
 

The Culprit

Eleven o’clock arrives a few minutes after we’re done, and he’s up. He’s never up that early. I was quite embarrassed. He was quiet and avoided eye contact. He knows we’re trying to get pregnant and is excited to be an “uncle”, but we’ve never done anything while he was in the house. I take that back, but he was in the shower that time.
 

Next time we’re moving it to the concrete floor with the comforter!