Cast your mind back when you started trying for a kid….
All the sex, all the time, right? Couple that with being on honeymoon in Mexico in the plushest hotel you’ve ever stayed in – that’s a WHOLE lot of getting down! How did we ever get anything else done?!
Fast forward a few months, you start paying attention to your body, peeing on ovulation tests, timing the days when you and your husband should have sex.
Fast forward another year or so,babies are all you can think about. You lose focus on sleeping with your husband on days that have no chance of knocking you up.
Bad news from your fertility investigations. Less sex.
Fertility drugs that give you blinding headaches. Less sex.
Invasive fertility scans and treatments (with more of the drugs above). Less sex.
And the icing on the cake – 3 years after that honeymoon and all that sex – our 2nd cycle of iui got us pregnant! But then all of a sudden we weren’t. Our miscarriage was beyond devastating. (As are all miscarriages, I’m sure). So I’m sure you know what followed…. that’s right! Less sex!
I apologise to my husband every so often about the lack of sex we’re having at the moment. He’s understanding and makes the right noises. He hugged me til I stopped crying on mothers day, ahead of having our families over for Sunday lunch. He’s great. Honestly. We’ve really been through the mill with this bullshit and I definitely feel like we’re stronger for it, but I know this must be frustrating for him, fuck, I get frustrated with myself for the disappearance of my libido for a good 2 weeks of every month.
I hope this passes and I get my mojo back soon 😈