My wife and I were anxiously awaiting her doctor on the morning of 9/11/01. We had tried unsuccessfully to get pregnant for two years and were now going to do the invetro procedure.
We were annoyed that he had left us waiting for so long. (It hurts and embarrasses me everytime I think about how I felt that morning) When he finally came in the room, he was breathless as he told us about the first plane hitting the WTC thinking it was an accident. He completed the procedure and then left us there to wait.
When he returned, he said he was just watching as a second plane hit the other tower and we were under attack. My wife went home and I (like the dutiful cube dweller) returned to my office.
At the end of May 2002, our daughter was born.