That song is so damn catchy!!!
Mum and dad, if you’re reading this please stop now 😅😅
If talking about sex makes you feel uncomfortable then you should probably skip over this blog post. However, if you are open minded and view sex as a natural act and not something to be ashamed off then please read on and comment below.
Ok, back to business. My husband and I have a pretty frikken awesome sex life. I can’t even downplay it to sound humble. We set the roof on fire. Our tastes run along the same lines and so we are able to meet each other’s needs and beyond. This is actually one of the pillars of our marriage and part of the reason why we are so close friendship wise. Physical closeness naturally leads to emotional closeness for us.
Things havn’t always been so amazing though. Following both pregnancies it was months before my libido came out of hibernation. Between sleep deprivation, the demands of a needy toddler who was no longer an only child, accepting the havoc that pregnancy played on my body and sheer godawful exhaustion…I just couldn’t deal. Sleep or showering always took the highest priority for any free time that I had and besides that, I was a crying mess for the first six months or so postpartum and no one wants to deal with that kind of meltdown when you’re getting busy! Especially not the person having the meltdown!!
Now, almost a year after the birth of our last child (yep, last. Which makes me feel both relieved and sad but that’s a blog post for another day) I am finally back to my old self. The kids are sleeping through the night and we are getting our groove back. If you have kids you will also know that you sometimes have to seize the moment because you don’t know when someone is going to start coughing until they throw up or need a sip of water. *shakes head*
The whole point of this post though, is that as connected as we are as husband and wife, we are still not on the same wavelength when it comes to sex. I’m not sure if this is a women thing or a stay at home mum thing or just a me thing. Being at home all day with the kids is obviously exhausting but it’s also physically taxing in the sense that there’s only so much touching that I can take. With the girls climbing all over me and the little one wanting to be carried evey now then, it just becomes a bit much. Especially for someone like me who doesn’t like too much of physical contact. That’s actually part of the reason why I had to stop breastfeeding, I just couldn’t take the constant touching and sucking. (Interestingly enough, I found out much later that there is such a thing as breastfeeding aversion which pretty much summed up how I felt about the whole experience)
I know men and women have different sexual drives but my husband was quite hurt the other night when I said that I would not only prefer to have a cup of tea and read a book instead of getting hot and heavy, but that it would bring me the same amount of happiness and contentment albeit of a different variety. He was horrified. I was shocked that he was horrified 😂. It’s so rare for me to get quiet time alone that I now place a REALLY high value on it. Even though I go out on my own quite often (being 1-3 times 😛) during the week, its still not the same as being alome in the comfort of your own home.
I would love to know your thoughts on this. Am I the only weirdo who does a happy dance all the way to the bookshelf or tv remote when everyone falls asleep unusually early? And how often do parents ACTUALLY have sex? I’m sure there’s a research study I could look it up but I would much rather hear from you 😂
*the cover pic of this post is just me being sarcastic…plus you know, young Brad Pitt*
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That song is so damn catchy!!!