I remember walking into the small office. There were five people sitting in a circle at the center of the room and one other who sat in the middle of the formation. As I walked up I spotted one available seat left, so I seated myself and gave everyone a bright smile to tell everyone hello. I was overly nervous though; I had never attended a self help slash confession seminar before.

It was my wife’s idea; she suggested that perhaps if I were to go to one of these courses, it would somehow help me with my 'little' problem.

We had been trying to have a child for over a year now. For the first eight or nine months of our marriage, everything worked fine. There was no pressure; it was just for fun you know? It was on my wife’s twenty-fourth birthday she announced that she knew what she wanted for her next birthday. “And what would that be?” I asked.

“I want a baby,” she replied, but luckily for her, she was not looking my way. My face dropped in shock. I know it did, because I felt it when it hit the floor.

“You what?” I asked, falling back into a chair and becoming very light headed.

“You heard me, dork. I want to have a baby or at least be pregnant by the time I turn twenty-five.”

Well, for the following year we tried everything. I stopped drinking coffee and even started wearing boxer shorts. But nothing worked. My wife turned twenty-five a few months back and being the sweet and loving spouse that she was, she told me I needed to go see a therapist or she was going to run away with some pool boy named Raul.

So there I was.

The man in the middle, who I believed to be the therapist, popped to his feet after looking at his watch and announced to everyone that it was time to start. At that instant, I felt my gut starting to spin itself into a trucker’s knot. This was my wife’s idea not mine. As I was about to stand up and get the hell out of there, I heard, “So would our new-comer like to introduce himself to everyone.”