BLACKOUT DID NOT RESULT IN BABY BOOM
Or, at least that's what About.com reports.
Personally, if I'd had the opportunity, I might have engaged in a little blackout activity of my own. But alas, instead of being in the arms of someone I loved (or could learn to love for about half an hour), I was sweating my ass off in the subway, trapped with a bunch of silent strangers, unsure if the world above us was crumbling or descending into chaos. And yes, I scanned the car, but there was no one in it even suitable for TV-movie-end-of-the-world snogging. It was an appalling display, on all levels.
As the anniversary approaches, I'm going to try to sell my account of the blackout from the subterranean perspective to a publication of some sort. (If you know anyone who's interested, let me know.) But if no one snaps it up, look for the story here in August.