Showing posts with label Bedroom Adventures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bedroom Adventures. Show all posts
Friday, April 1, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
The Simple Conversations that shouldn't be taken for granted
While reading "babyproofing your marriage," I ran across an interesting statistic: 21% of couples do not agree on the number of children to have. 47% only think they agree (I may have that one slightly off as I'm doing this from memory). The woman usually gets the swing vote much to the dissatisfaction of the man. Couples actually bargain over having another kid trading things like weekly sex and chores. (Really? W.T.F. It's a child not a stock certificate!)
I know I've changed my mind several times over the years about how many munchkins I wanted and we have spent so much time and effort to get THIS ONE that we haven't really talked about overall family goals. We've talked abotu having another in two years and DH has only half joked about getting me knocked up immediately but nothing really past that.
So as we lay in bed reading, I casually turn to him and ask "so how many kids do you want?" Having been with the man for 6 years i was expecting a definitive TWO. he managed to surprise me with "as many as we can have." Okay. Taking into age and fertility? "2 or 3 is probably what we'll be able to do."
Just for shits and giggles, what if age weren't a factor? "As many as we could have which would still probably only be 2 or 3 because of affordability but if we could, I'd have more." (when did we become quiverfulls?)
Perfect answer though. I want two with an option of a third (assuming single births). I can't imagine having more so I think its safe to say my husband and I are in the statistical category of being in agreement. God how I love that man.
The fact that we can even have this conversation so casually feeling secure in our success of it is a wonder and blessing in itself. A year ago, I couldn'nt imagine planning our future children out with so much assurance but I'm finally feeling the peace and security of knowing I'm a mom and can plan to be a mom in the future.
I finally feel secure that I can give my husband his dreams (okay, not the duggar household, he can forget that!) without doubt.
After so many years of fear, this casual conversation with my soulmate can not pass without recognition. I can not take for granted the amazing gift I've been given to experience such peace and normalcy in a simple thing. A moment of discussing our future children with an assurance and peace of dreams that will happen.
I hope everyone has that moment and recognizeds it. Holds it in their hearts.
I know I've changed my mind several times over the years about how many munchkins I wanted and we have spent so much time and effort to get THIS ONE that we haven't really talked about overall family goals. We've talked abotu having another in two years and DH has only half joked about getting me knocked up immediately but nothing really past that.
So as we lay in bed reading, I casually turn to him and ask "so how many kids do you want?" Having been with the man for 6 years i was expecting a definitive TWO. he managed to surprise me with "as many as we can have." Okay. Taking into age and fertility? "2 or 3 is probably what we'll be able to do."
Just for shits and giggles, what if age weren't a factor? "As many as we could have which would still probably only be 2 or 3 because of affordability but if we could, I'd have more." (when did we become quiverfulls?)
Perfect answer though. I want two with an option of a third (assuming single births). I can't imagine having more so I think its safe to say my husband and I are in the statistical category of being in agreement. God how I love that man.
The fact that we can even have this conversation so casually feeling secure in our success of it is a wonder and blessing in itself. A year ago, I couldn'nt imagine planning our future children out with so much assurance but I'm finally feeling the peace and security of knowing I'm a mom and can plan to be a mom in the future.
I finally feel secure that I can give my husband his dreams (okay, not the duggar household, he can forget that!) without doubt.
After so many years of fear, this casual conversation with my soulmate can not pass without recognition. I can not take for granted the amazing gift I've been given to experience such peace and normalcy in a simple thing. A moment of discussing our future children with an assurance and peace of dreams that will happen.
I hope everyone has that moment and recognizeds it. Holds it in their hearts.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Poop Vs. Sex- A comparison
Never in a million years did I think I would come to appreciate a bowel movement more than sex. (and if that opening line does not grab your attention you might as well hang up reading pregnancy blogs forever.) If you had even suggested I would compare the two, I would have looked at you like you're crazy. These random comparison thoughts are what the late term pregnancy brain is reduced to though.
I've always enjoyed sex. Probably a little more than the average female. this may have something to do with PCOS and having a higher amount of testosterone than most women. Even through pregnancy our sex life has not diminished. (I can feel the horrified glares of seething women as I type this.) I have high hopes that it will resume even during the early onslaught of infant exhaustion (after Dr.'s clearance of course). Pipe dream? Maybe.
Having a regular and active sex life though does result in new breakthroughs grabbing more of the attention. So I really shouldn't be surprised that the pregnancy constipation that has developed in the 3rd trimester to a consistent level takes center stage.
When you have that much pressure and discomfort building for days and then this struggling major release that leaves you weak, exhausted and relaxed, well how do you not compare it to sex? Especially when you have sex more often than a bowel movement?
You think I'm joking but its a sad truth about pregnancy's affect on your intestines. Or else a testament to the exceptionalism of my sex life. Either way, something in my nether region's probably deserves a medal of honor.
I've always enjoyed sex. Probably a little more than the average female. this may have something to do with PCOS and having a higher amount of testosterone than most women. Even through pregnancy our sex life has not diminished. (I can feel the horrified glares of seething women as I type this.) I have high hopes that it will resume even during the early onslaught of infant exhaustion (after Dr.'s clearance of course). Pipe dream? Maybe.
Having a regular and active sex life though does result in new breakthroughs grabbing more of the attention. So I really shouldn't be surprised that the pregnancy constipation that has developed in the 3rd trimester to a consistent level takes center stage.
When you have that much pressure and discomfort building for days and then this struggling major release that leaves you weak, exhausted and relaxed, well how do you not compare it to sex? Especially when you have sex more often than a bowel movement?
You think I'm joking but its a sad truth about pregnancy's affect on your intestines. Or else a testament to the exceptionalism of my sex life. Either way, something in my nether region's probably deserves a medal of honor.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Menage a Trois
I'm barely feeling the baby but last night I had the wierdest experience. The baby got active while I was laying in bed with my husband trying to get our groove on.
The baby sensations aren't strong yet, just ripples like waves internally, taps of vibration, barely there thumps that feel like your pulse (heartbeats) when you put your fingers to your neck. It's not like I'm feeling full on kicks nor am I feeling it on a regular basis. It's usually only when I'm laying down and have been still and quiet for awhile.
Despite the "barely" there movement. I can tell when my baby is really active. I jokingly call it "playtime." It struck me last night though because playtime started while it was adult time. I had to really wrap my brain around the two being simultaneous and if I was okay with that. I'm not sure I am!
What happens when I can really feel baby moving and kicking while ummm...yea.
I may have grown-up a lot this weekend with buying maternity clothes and a mommymobile but I'm not sure my mommy brain is ready to ponder the oddities of baby playing while having sex.
::chews lip in thought::
The baby sensations aren't strong yet, just ripples like waves internally, taps of vibration, barely there thumps that feel like your pulse (heartbeats) when you put your fingers to your neck. It's not like I'm feeling full on kicks nor am I feeling it on a regular basis. It's usually only when I'm laying down and have been still and quiet for awhile.
Despite the "barely" there movement. I can tell when my baby is really active. I jokingly call it "playtime." It struck me last night though because playtime started while it was adult time. I had to really wrap my brain around the two being simultaneous and if I was okay with that. I'm not sure I am!
What happens when I can really feel baby moving and kicking while ummm...yea.
I may have grown-up a lot this weekend with buying maternity clothes and a mommymobile but I'm not sure my mommy brain is ready to ponder the oddities of baby playing while having sex.
::chews lip in thought::
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Let the Games Begin
Here's where I get really personal and share Bedroom Adventures because I have no shame ya'll.
My DH was so excited that the Dr. Cleared me for sex, that the assclapping adventures ensued as soon as I walked in the door. Rinse. Repeat.
Despite the very unlikelihood that I can ovulate period, much less on my own at this exact moment, we were good little nympho's and broke out the dusty pack of condoms. From Three Years Ago. I'm not sure how good that actually is. LOL
Can I just say, CONDOMS SUCK! I have not had to use one of those suckers in three years. Let's all say it together: Chafing. I always laughed at the little horny teenagers that claimed it feels so much better without it. PSSSHAW slip a rain coat on you little bastard.
However, Last night, I was practically BEGGING DH to take our chances because I hated it so bad. For the first time, I'm saying bring on AF so the Charting To Avoid Can begin! If its clear I'm not ovulating on my own, those JimmyHats are going BACK in the damn drawer, Pronto!
I literally COULD NOT WALK THIS MORNING. *sigh*
My DH was so excited that the Dr. Cleared me for sex, that the assclapping adventures ensued as soon as I walked in the door. Rinse. Repeat.
Despite the very unlikelihood that I can ovulate period, much less on my own at this exact moment, we were good little nympho's and broke out the dusty pack of condoms. From Three Years Ago. I'm not sure how good that actually is. LOL
Can I just say, CONDOMS SUCK! I have not had to use one of those suckers in three years. Let's all say it together: Chafing. I always laughed at the little horny teenagers that claimed it feels so much better without it. PSSSHAW slip a rain coat on you little bastard.
However, Last night, I was practically BEGGING DH to take our chances because I hated it so bad. For the first time, I'm saying bring on AF so the Charting To Avoid Can begin! If its clear I'm not ovulating on my own, those JimmyHats are going BACK in the damn drawer, Pronto!
I literally COULD NOT WALK THIS MORNING. *sigh*
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