I have made the vow and because I'm stubborn beyond belief I am going to stick to this no matter what. So all day yesterday I mentally prepared myself like I was going to take an exam or do something mayor.
On a side-note: I love my husband. I think he is sexy and handsome and he just so happens to be rather good in bed. Yes, sometimes I think he snores too loudly or acts like a tit if he's had a few too many beers but I could not ask for a more wonderful man. That said, being chronically tired, constantly touched by a baby, and not 100% happy with my motherly body my sex tap has turned to an almost off position. I'm, in essence, working on a slow trickle of mojo.
To prepare myself I did everything not to over think the pending doom, I mean sex. At the 11th hour, after a glass of red wine, we climbed into bed. I had a few nervous giggles, cracked a joke about being a born-again virgin and then had a chat about how to keep it interesting. I may have been stalling a little but we had a nice chat and even checked out a few "toys" on www.adamandeve.com. Finally at 11:35pm I said, "Ok, let's do this Howard. Quickie, ok?"
… (I'll skip the unnecessary details)
What I will share is that what was supposed to be a quickie turned into a medium-ie and even though it was in essence mandatory, we had a fun time. The baby didn't wake up, we both had fun, and amazingly I am looking forward to day 2 with cheeky excitement.
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