Thursday, August 8, 2013

The Motion of the Ocean

Let's just jump right in, shall we?  I'm a bit rusty, but here we go.

While I was heavily pregnant with The Baby, The Husband and I decided to purchase a new bed.  We had been cozily sharing a queen size bed till that point, but with the addition of the belly, a body pillow and thoughts of a wee one joining us after a bad dream in the middle of the night (I know, years away), we desperately wanted a new and bigger bed.

Picking out the frame was actually quite easy.  But the mattress on the other hand was a nightmare.  Soft?  Hard?  Pillow top?  Sleep Number?  TempurPedic?  And it doesn't help when you're with child and the mere act of laying down feels heavenly. 

We sojourned to five different mattress stores and were almost sold on the TempurPedic.  If you haven't tried it, I actually quite recommend it.  It might have been the one we took home until we thought of one thing: sex.

You see, the TempurPedic lets you sink into the mattress and conforms to your body.  Quite comfortable, but after laying there for a while, you are seemingly cocooned by mattress and it's a challenge to get out of the cocoon.  And when you finally get out of position, your indentation stays for a bit.  So of course we started wondering if this would happen during sex. 

It's not like we get super crazy during sex, but we do like to change positions at least a couple times, and having the fluidity of sex messed with was not something we were wanting to give up.  Maybe I was hormonal and overreacting.  But I didn't want my knees sinking in and leaving an imprint, or trying to find a non-indented part of the bed while switching positions.  Silly, I know.

Do any of you have a TempurPedic or memory foam bed?  How's the sex?  As neurotic and I thought it would be?

Monday, January 7, 2013

Come here often?

Hello Blog-o-sphere!  It seems that I'm a blogging failure!  I was certain that by now everyone would have lost interest in this little blog, but since inquiring minds want to know, I'd like to catch you up.

I did indeed give birth to my sweet baby boy at the end of June, and have been busy learning how to mother.    It is the hardest, most rewarding thing I've ever done, and honestly, I love every minute of it.

I hope to revive this blog, and it might take a while to get a post up, but if you'd like, please stick around.  I've missed you!

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

A kick to the gut

After all the random happenings, things finally settled down and The Husband and I started finding our routine again.

And the time came when we were feeling lovey dovey and the moment was right for us to have adult relations.  I was so excited since it had been a while, and I was really missing the intimacy and skin to skin contact!  We started fooling around with kisses here and there, and progressed to disrobing.  

Did I mention I was super excited about this?

Well, we were laying in bed, almost all the way naked, laying on our sides facing each other when The Baby decided to give us a monumental kick!  Up till then, we had felt nudges and tentative little kicks, but this was a move your belly and see it from the outside kick!  The Baby and just kicked The Husband in the gut!

We both looked at each other a little startled by the power behind the kick, and the fact that The Baby had officially cockblocked us.  There was no way we could progress any further after that.  Especially since The Baby decided to keep moving and give us a show.

So we just laughed it off for the moment, and decided to just stare at my moving belly in awe.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Alive and kicking

Hello again, blogging world!

I swear, I am alive and kicking.  And so is The Baby :)

I will be entering the third trimester this week (can you believe it!), and there has been some random happenings in our household.

My libido did make a great comeback during the second trimester and The Husband and I reaped the benefits for a while, but then the last month or so has been painfully quiet for us in the bedroom.

They say that bad things come in three's, and it seems to have rung true for us:

You see, The Husband got a wicked flu.  He was even laid up in bed for a couple days with a fever, and was affected for about a week and a half.  I thought I was doing a pretty good job of quarantining The Husband, but I started feeling like crap soon thereafter.  Worried about The Baby and what a fever would do, I called my doc and after I got the ok for Robitussin, I slammed that shiz back every 4 hours.  It kind of worked.  No fever, but more of a chest cold.

Of course no one feels like hanky panky during a bout of illness.  And right when it looked like I was emerging from my ill health, I threw out my back.  Not from super awesome sex, but from bending over and rummaging through the fridge.  I had never had any back problems till now, and I didn't know what to do with myself!  The only advice I got was rest and Tylenol.

Luckily, because I had a formerly healthy back, I was starting to feel normal on day three, but that was the day that I got an early morning call from The Husband.  It was strange because he had just left for work and he doesn't call me until a few hours into his work day.  Alas, The Husband had gotten into a car accident.  It was stop and go traffic and the guy behind him neglected to stop, rear ending (hehe) The Husband at about 45/50 mph.

The Husband walked away with some minor bruises and a prescription for Vicodin and an anti-inflammatory for his muscles, but his car has been put to rest.  Sad really, because from the front, his car looks completely fine, but from behind it looks like it participated in a demolition derby.

There isn't anything to describe the thankfulness that you feel as a pregnant lady for the safety of your partner. The Husband told me later that his first thought after getting hit was, "Thank God The Housewife wasn't in the car."

Other than the odd chain of events, we are happily preparing for our bundle of joy and trying to enjoy each other as much as possible.  Admittedly, this is the longest we've ever, ever gone without sex but getting each other healthy is our primary concern at the moment.

And thank you kind readers, for your thoughts and concerns over my well being.  Your comments and emails warm my heart, and I promise to be back soon!

Monday, February 27, 2012

Spit it out

Every once in a while, I have no idea what I do or what makes The Husband so excited during a blow job, but he can't control himself.

When The Husband gets close to his climax during a b.j., he always does the gentlemanly thing and alerts me, so I can decide whether to grab a towel or keep going.  But sometimes, his warning will not give me ample time to decide on anything.  Hey, at least he tries.

If I find myself with a mouthful of spunk I either exit quietly to the bathroom to spit it out, or grimace and swallow.  Yes, grimace.  Let's not sugar coat things: spunk tastes terrible (it's worse than the cough syrup your mom forced on you when you were little).

Anyway, not too long ago, The Husband and I had one of those sessions where I ended up with a mouthful.  The Husband usually doesn't say anything, and lays there in his orgasm induced haze while I rinse out my mouth. But this time, his eyes got a little wide when he looked at me, and he told me in a frantic voice to, "Go spit it out!"

That's right folks, he didn't want me ingesting his spunk, thereby passing it along to the baby, who would be nourished by his own brethren.  Ridiculous, I know.

After I called him an idiot, he admitted that he knew that he was being illogical, but that it just weirded him out.  How adorkable.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Pregnant sex musings

Some of you have asked if my libido has still been on the upswing, and the answer is a resounding YES!

Our sex life is actually a little reminiscent of our honeymoon days.  I'm mostly the one initiating, since it seems that I don't give The Husband a chance to make the first move.  But as long as I'm getting what I want, then who cares who started it?

When The Husband isn't home, I take matters into my own hands, but interestingly enough, I shy away from any kind of artificial penetration.  It's either The Husband, or nothing.  Which is ironic, seeing how there wasn't any penetration from The Husband involved when we conceived.

I do wonder how our sex life will be affected once I really start showing.  I'm 20 weeks along, and barely showing - even my doc agrees.  So that means, that when The Husband looks at me, he sees me with a little pudge.  He can easily forget that there is a child in utero.  Will he feel any differently once I've rounded out?

There is also something that I've been curious about, but haven't been able to ask anyone:  Will I leak breastmilk during orgasm or foreplay (specifically, nipple play)?  The thought of The Husband getting a face-full of boob juice makes me crack up, but I think he would find it odd - at least the first time.

And will I never be as tight as I am now?  Will sex feel different after giving birth?  Is six weeks of no sex feasible?  Or will six weeks feel like it wasn't a long enough wait?

Am I just working myself up about nothing?

Monday, February 13, 2012

Welcome back, libido

As suddenly as it left, my libido has returned.

You always hear how horny you'll be once you enter your second trimester, but pregnancy books suggest that not all women are like that.  So while I was hoping that I'd be one of the women who gets a libido boost, I had come to terms that it might not show up for a little while.

However, it came back with a vengeance.  I think my libido might rival a teenage boy's right now.  The Husband can't keep up with me.  Literally.

There are days where I need relief  at least 4 times a day.  But since I can't make The Husband come home from work just to have sex with me, I have to take matters into my own hands.  And once The Husband gets home, its hard to squeeze in more than one session when you factor in dinner, time to wind down, and sleep.

With a little bit of practice, I've come up with a schedule for my extra horny days, and they look a little something like this:

  1. Wake up in the wee hours of the morning (which isn't hard since I'm up twice a night to pee anyway), and patiently wait for The Husband to wake up, and take advantage of his morning wood.
  2. Fall back asleep.
  3. Wake up, and take advantage of my alone time with things like, eating, watching t.v., reading, masturbating.
  4. Make dinner, and enjoy once The Husband gets home.
  5. Let dinner digest a little, then pounce.
  6. Go to bed.
This way, The Husband gets a morning pick-me-up, and something to help him sleep at night.  And I get my kicks as well.  

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Spunk-less

Um, yes.  This post deals with sperm - or the lack thereof.

My friend's husband has recently gotten a vasectomy.  They have 2 children, and are very much done with reproducing.

But since it's been done fairly recently, they haven't been able to test it out yet, plus I don't know how comfortable I would be asking her these questions or how comfortable she would be answering.  So I am asking you, dear readers.  Because you have the ability to leave comments anonymously on this blog.

Among a few silly question, the main question swirling around my head is: does the sex get less messy?  Since the sperm is left out of the equation, is there less fluid?  Or is the fluid level the same, just minus little swimmers?

Because honestly, while I really enjoy sex, I do not enjoy the mess of it - jizz dribbling down my leg affects my post coital bliss.

Also, does it taste different?  Does the presence or absence of sperm alter the taste?

Did I just gross you out?

I bet there is some sexual freedom that comes from a vasectomy though.  You can have sex whenever you feel like it, wherever you feel like it.  You don't have to fumble with condoms, you don't have to worry about taking a birth control pill, etc.  Although if the mess is the same, you'd just have to carry around some pantiliners with you.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Changes

When I found out I was pregnant, one of the things that popped into my head were about the bodily changes I would experience.

A lot of the reading material out there says that the first change that happens will be larger breasts.  And they all say to enjoy having ample bosoms.  There are lines in the books that pretty much read: enjoy your new found breasts and show them off before you have a belly to match.  You are led to believe that you will be at least a cup size bigger by the end of the first trimester.

Honestly, this worried me.  I am already a C cup, and to advance to a D or even DD cup made me want to bind my boobies.

In reality, entering my second trimester, I am still in the same bra size as before (and even the same pant size).  I think The Husband is secretly a little disappointed by my steadfast boobs.

He has commented that my boobs look heavier, are less 'squishy', my nipples appear to be a bit darker and are smoother to the touch.

Obviously The Husband is much better at describing and taking inventory of my boob changes than I am.

While others take belly photos, perhaps I should take boobie photos.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

And then there were three

Oh my little blog, how I have missed you!

For those of you that have been following for a while now, you might have been wondering where in the hell I've run off to.  Well, let me tell you:

After nearly 3 years of trying to get knocked up naturally, The Husband and I decided that it was time for a medical intervention.

The months following went a little something like this (there were various blood tests, etc. done in between, but this is the main gist of it):

Month 1:  Clomid.  Ovulation predictor kits (henceforth known as OPKs).  Didn't work.

Month 2:  Double dose of Clomid.  OPKs.  Works!  Intrauterine insemination (also known as artificial insemination, but henceforth known as IUI).  Didn't work.

Month 3:  Clomid.  OPKs.  Works!  The Husband can't provide specimen due various reasons, we're ok with it.  hCG shots in the thigh every 3 days after ovulation (only 3 shots total).  Didn't work.

Month 4:  Clomid.  OPKs.  Works!  IUI.  hCG shots.  WORKS!!!  We're PREGNANT!!!

We're ecstatic, but cautious.  Keep mum, but tell our family, because we feel like we'll need support were anything to happen.

From there, we find out that my progesterone levels are low, so I get shots in the bum twice a week and blood work once a week.  No big deal.  Then the nausea/morning sickness kicks in and the libido goes out the window.  

Laying down kept the throw ups away, so I lay in bed most of the day.  When it started easing up, I got brave and left the house, only to throw up in my car while driving.. in an empty juice bottle (only empty thing available in the car).

My libido just packed up and left.  Didn't even leave a goodbye note.  We've never had this little sex since we've been together, but then again, The Husband was afraid to touch me.  When we finally did have sex, it was the most gentle sex of my life.  The doctor kept telling us we were progressing beautifully, and could have normal sex, but The Husband was cautious.  After a few more escapades without any adverse reactions, he's gotten over that.

Here we are now, at 15 weeks.  Finally done with the progesterone shots, and feeling a bit like myself again.  

I really wanted to blog, but honestly, we weren't having sex and there wasn't anything non-pregnancy related that I could blog about.  And I didn't want to hijack this into a pregnancy blog.  

The Husband has become rather protective and doting.  During our first ultrasound, I was grinning ear to ear, while The Husband had to wipe away tears.  Seeing and hearing that heartbeat for the first time - words cannot describe.

Our relationship has found a new dynamic.  It's hard to describe, but there is a different type of connection that's there now.  I don't know if other couples have felt that change.  Maybe it's because we've created this new life together, maybe it's because of our journey getting here, but there is a deeper bond that I wasn't expecting.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Welcoming the new year with a bang

I have found my most favorite way to start the new year.  Forget the kiss, start with some sexy times.

The Husband and I toyed with the idea of going downtown to see the fireworks, having a small gathering of friends, or going to a party, but we ultimately decided to be with just each other. 

We made dinner at home, went out for some ice cream, and came back home to settle in for the night.  We got in bed just hung out enjoying each other's company.  And right around 11:50 I decided to pounce on the The Husband.  

There wasn't a lot of foreplay involved, but that wasn't my intention.  My intention was to be highly preoccupied at Midnight.  And when we glanced at the clock afterward, we had indeed welcomed the new year with a bang.

The sex wasn't rough, it wasn't gentle, but it was perfect.  It was us.

So next year, if you feel like having a quiet night in with your lover, I recommend a new year's bang.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Bridal shower

I know, I know, I totally suck at blogging.  I got caught up in the time suck that is life.  I'll catch you up on that later!

Anywho, this weekend I will be attending one of The Sister-in-Law's bridal shower.  She's getting married in late February, but the wedding will be in Seattle, so her mom and sister will be throwing her a shower here, this weekend, and then she will have another one in Seattle sometime in January.

This is fine and dandy if that's your thing.  I'm not big on being the center of attention, so my bridal shower was a small group of people, and more of a gathering than a shower.  No cheesy games for this girl.

However, the thing I find odd about this bridal shower, is that it's a lingerie bridal shower.  Once again, if this is your thing, that's fine.  But I would think that a lingerie bridal shower would be appropriate for a party with girlfriends - not one where your mom's friends are also invited.

My girlfriends and I never had a lingerie shower, just because it's so hard to buy.  Clothing choices are very personal; styles are different, sizes could be off, and I don't really want to think about what you'll look like in intimate apparel and what you'll be doing while wearing it.

If anyone other than The Husband bought me lingerie, I'd be a bit weirded out.  Ah, even the mere thought of The Mother-in-Law buying me lingerie grosses me out.  It's like saying, "Here, wear this to turn on my son so you guys can have sex."  Eww.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Tumblr Tuesday







Friday, November 11, 2011

Veterans Day

A day of thanks and remembrance for all the men and women who served and are serving today.  There are countries where serving is mandatory for men, but we're lucky enough to have men and women who choose this path voluntarily.  Thank you.


Wednesday, November 9, 2011

3 weekends

This upcoming weekend is the third weekend in a row that we'll be spending with The In-Laws.  Well, I guess my in-laws since it's The Husband's family.

Don't get me wrong, we get along just fine, but sometimes, it can be a little much.

Two weekends ago, The Husband and I went over to the Western Slope to visit them because The Sister-in-Law was going into surgery to get her thyroid removed.  Last weekend, they came into town because they got tickets to The Lion King.  This weekend, they'll be in town because of.. actually, I don't really know.  I lost track.

But this weekend will be the kicker of them all because in our 3 bedroom house, we will be fitting 7 people and 2 pets.  Obvi, The Husband and I will take up our bedroom, his parents will take the guest room, his sister will take his brother's room (yes, he's still living with us!), and so his two brothers will sleep on the couch.  Fun times.

I'm feeling a bit disconnected from The Husband because it seems that we haven't had some decent time to ourselves.  I'm longing for a reconnect, but I don't think that'll be possible until next weekend.  We lay in bed at the end of the day and tell each other, "I miss you."

At this point, just sex isn't going to cut it.  We need a 'relationship day'.  One of those days you spend together, doing random things and not talking about work, money, etc.  Next weekend can't come fast enough!