Three TImes A Lady

Well not a lady but I am feeling slightly more human.

We dabbled even more so last night. It wasn't even dabbling actually, it was the normal shabang...But better than normal.

My boy is truly making effort and it is god damn appreciated.

Thou shalt not go into detail...is my new mantra as much as I would love to.  I could talk explicitly about sex for hours, to anyone as I previously used to. My colleagues called it sex tourettes. It was mostly inappropriately timed and the content should never really be discussed with co-workers but it was an uncontrollable spasm which with maturity, is easing.

I guess I am using my blog to keep a record of doing the deed. Previous posts complaining about the lack of sex became a reference for me arguing to convey my concerns to OH. There has to be a balance so the good stuff needs to be recorded to. 

OH you did good last night, mucho points for trying...and succeeding!

On a post-pregnancy note, my body is still disappointing me but it's not nearly as bad as I expected and feared. It makes major difference to have his support though. Not that anything has been talked about but I sense that he knows how frightened I am about things. 

At least my libido is intact, that will never fade...ever!

Sex Is As Good As Chicken Soup?

We dabbled again last night.

No pressure, no planning. It was a surprise as I thought he was tired and would be falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

I'm not sure why things have changed a little, maybe he has taken on board things I have said over the past few months but his extra effort was very noted.I don't feel panicked or apprehensive which is strange. At my most vulnerable sexual time with him, I feel very safe and I think it's concious from him.

For some reason (most likely hormones) I feel teary-eyed typing this and I cannot explain why. I just want him to know how much I appreciated last night and how I absolutely know how he is trying to reassure and please me.

The foreplay was perfect and shall be held as the measuring bar for all other occasions. Kisses would have been lovely and they were very much missed but are beyond our control (throat infections etc.)

I miss kisses so very much.

The sex again was the same as our last post-pregnancy attempt. Like a quick test just to see. "Dipping your toe in" seems a really wrong phrase to use when referring to sex. But it was safe and none scary and exactly what I wanted.

The best bit, which I hope he realises, was the cuddle after. OH thinks I am some form of sex pest and I need high energy and activity. The intimacy is what I crave and just lying resting on his shoulder whilst half asleep made me feel closer to him than I have in ages. I told him I loved him too. I didn't even think about it before I said it, it just popped out. Usually I have a mental debate with myself before I do and end up backing out. I think the only times I have told him I love him, in the past few months, have been during a row.

This morning I felt wonderful when I woke up, for so many reasons and felt cured of my recent "unwellness", like I had been injected with antidote.

I just feel really warm and smiley today, super close to him and re-bonded. His touch and attention has the medicinal healing powers of chicken soup.