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But it soon became obvious that if I didn’t want to be an old, grey, angry Leafs fan with no offspring, I’d better reconsider. So, in the fall of 2006 I accepted that I should drop the precondition and get down to the brass tacks of procreation.

But some of that impulsive behaviour started to pop up: buying Leafs tickets. I had always been a fan and went to several games a year. Now I was going to dozens of them. Aside from the occasional raised eyebrow, my wife took it all in stride and was happy to offer the occasional shoulder to cry on when I came home slightly annoyed and slightly inebriated.

In spite of, or perhaps because of, my Leafs habit, the attempt-at-pregnancy thing wasn’t quite as easy as slipping down to the Air Canada Centre. Trying was all good fun for the first few months, until we realized we didn’t have the same biological makeup of teenagers on reality TV.

More substantial methods were undertaken. And that took some of the fun out of it, to be honest. Suddenly the normally enjoyable business of trying to create babies became more, well, robotic. Like math class without your clothes on. Charting, temperature-taking.