Spotless minds and eternal sunshine
A devoutly Christian German couple who'd been trying to have a child for nearly 6 years since they married eventually went to a specialist for fertility tests. Both sides tested fine and fertile, so naturally, the doctor asked them how often they actually, you know, tried, and
they hadn't.
This is a true story. Supposedly. One wonders whether they were simply waiting for her virginal Mary-esque womb to balloon out at some point post-marriage, or whether they toiled away at their cabbage patch, hoping a genial stork would deposit something vaguely infantlike under a leaf. Such flawless naivete. One wonders if perhaps they took "miracle of life" and "blessed union" a little too literally.
I hope it isn't a true story. But if I were the doctor, I'd be like, "This is a tough problem, and the cure will be really, really expensive. Really."
Theoretically, or so I am desperately hoping, if you could match the speed of the earth's rotation exactly, but in the opposite direction, the sun would never set on you.