Back To Basics

So it had been 75 weeks and 6 days since I had last had sex. Yes you heard that right – 18 months pretty much had passed since I was last intimate with my boyfriend. I was starting to wonder if I would ever do ‘it’ again. 


I wrote a post back in July where I discussed how I felt after my OH had suggested that maybe I would like to get back in the ‘saddle’ again. But back then nothing was further from my mind. As I explained, in my no holds barred post, I was just not ready back then to do anything more than try and get a good nights sleep. I was knackered! Shattered in fact! I had a 4 month old baby and a two year old. I was still breast feeding around the clock; my body was still a bit alien to me and I just didn’t feel confident in myself to be naked in front of my OH in ‘that’ way again. 


I was over whelmed by the positive response that post received, and all the lovely comments.  I was comforted by them, and felt relieved that actually I wasn’t alone in feeling this way and I was amazed by how many other couples – well parents- were also preferring sleep to sex. Maybe it is something that affects us older mums and dads more than younger ones as we know that not everything revolves around sex in a relationship. Or maybe being older we can’t cope with feeling so tired and finding the energy to be sexually active again. 

So the months passed and my OH and I continued to live together more like lodgers who shared a bed really rather than a couple. We barely even kissed each other goodnight let alone cuddle or be romantic with one another as we don’t have ‘date’ nights or anything. Every now and then I did wonder to myself if my OH was missing his non existent sex life but he never spoke about it and neither did I. Truth be told, I had my suspicions that he had read that post, and I really wanted him to because I had hoped that it might encourage him to talk to me about ‘us’ and how he felt so that I could tell him how I felt by us speaking to one another. Yes, that old fashioned way of communicating with one another – having a conversation that wasn’t in cyber space! Yet he never once mentioned it, or my post, and I never brought the subject up either. 

I was really starting to think that he no longer saw me as anything more than the mother to his two children and someone who cooked and cleaned for him! I know, I know that I said (back in July) that I was against any kind of physical contact, but that was months ago and time is a healer. Very slowly I was starting to accept my new body shape a bit more. I suppose I started to think that maybe I would like to have sex again. 

Basically, my OH and I were stuck in a rut and it seemed like nothing was going to free us from it. Neither of us were making the effort to end it either. I wouldn’t have blamed him if he had gone off me sexually, or even from a fancying point of view. I mean I was still wearing nursing bras up until a couple of weeks ago, which are hardly alluring especially with the added pads! Also I was still mostly wearing my maternity and post baby black comfy pants which again, were not at all sexy – but I didn’t feel sexy, so why would I bother to make an effort with my underwear? (something my Pre-baby self would never allow to have happened!). I covered myself up with loose fitting clothes in bed aswell so hardly surprising that my OH felt no desire to go near me.

Then a couple of weeks ago, I was discussing relationships with another blogger who identified with my situation, and I was explaining that I didn’t even think my OH loved me anymore let alone find me desirable. I was actually on the verge of penning another post about my relationship, sex  life, or lack of it, in the hopes that he might read it and then he would discover how I was feeling now 6 months later and it might encourage him to bring the subject up. But something my blogger friend said to me made me realise that I needed to address the situation face to face and not hide behind my blog. I had to talk to him regardless of what he might have to say and I was very nervous because, of course, I feared the worse and wasn’t sure that I would want to hear what he would say in answer to my questions. 

The next day, a Saturday, I waited for my chance to speak to him, which, with two children around, is never easy is it? I won’t go into too much detail, for obvious reasons, but I basically asked him if he still wanted me in ‘that way’ and found me attractive after going through two pregnancies. He said that he hadn’t thought about it!! Hmmm….I don’t know if I believe that but ok, because as he said, after reading my post and reading how I felt about sex back then he decided not to bother mentioning it again. Fair enough, I guess. I deserved that. 


I tried to explain how I had been feeling all this time; how post pregnancy made me feel, how he made me feel and how it had taken me a long time to get to this point and I hoped he understood that. I explained my reasons for writing it all down on my blog and told him that it was in no way intended as a direct criticism of him, but a way for me to express how I felt at the time. I wanted to see if anyone else felt the same as me (I don’t think he really ‘gets the whole blogging thing anyway), and how I was so relieved to know I wasn’t alone, that others were in the same situation. I also told him that I had hoped he might have reacted to it by discussing it with me, but of course he didn’t. I think men don’t find it as easy to talk about such things as women do.

So I took a deep breath and decided to ask him. I asked him if he wanted to have sex with me again. I think he was a little taken a back – he hadn’t been expecting this conversation and I hadn’t myself up until a few hours before. I guess I just realised that one of us had to make the first move in moving us forward and out of the rut we had become stuck in, and as I was the one who wrote about how I felt for all the world to read, I may aswell be the one to do it.

So as I said at the start of this post, it had been 75 weeks and 6 days since I had last had sex – yes ‘had’ been. I used the past tense – did you see what I did there!!??


Seriously though, these last few months taught me some important things:

  • I needed to make my relationship work again as a girlfriend and not just as a mummy. 
  • We needed to discover ‘us’ again and move ourselves forward and become a proper couple again. 
  • I found the courage to speak up and have the conversation that I had been dreading, and it wasn’t as bad as I had imagined. 
I think having children definitely changes your relationship with your partner; sometime for the better and sometimes for the worse. It isn’t easy working through it but it can be done.

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The F Word

My Mum was very young when she fell pregnant with me – she was 17 and hadn’t known my Dad for very long (by my calculations a month!). He was only 18 himself and by the time I was born they both turned a year older and got married. I don’t really know the exact ins and outs (well you don’t want to know when it’s your parents do you?), but I gather I was conceived after my Dad invited my Mum to his home (my grandparents were out) and cooked her a meal. Its funny, because My Dad hardly ever cooked when we all lived together…. maybe he was put off due to what happened!
Therefore, I remember my Mum telling me from a young age to make sure I didn’t get pregnant at such a young age. I was so naive about sexual matters back then. When I was at primary school a boy in my year suggested that we should have boyfriends and girlfriends. There were only six of us in the same year (it was a very small school): three boys and three girls.
Me at my primary school. I am the tallest child there!! Christian is 2nd boy on left on top row
The best looking boy, Christian Willoughby, was the one who suggested this idea so we all wanted to be his girlfriend. I think we all took it in turns to be girlfriend or boyfriend with each other. The idea was we were to sneak off down to the bottom of the playground out of the beady eye of the playground monitor, and then we could kiss. I clearly remember refusing to kiss either one of my ‘boyfriends’ because I was worried I could get pregnant!! Yes, that’s right I thought kissing could lead to conception ha ha how funny. I hadn’t even started my periods so it would have been a miracle if I had!! I think I agreed to hold hands though as that wasn’t dangerous in my eyes!
I do, however, remember we went on a school trip and stayed away for a couple of nights in the New Forrest, and I think Christian became my boyfriend on this trip ( I may have taken him ‘away’ from another girl by telling a small white lie – well I didn’t want to be Colin Eatwell’s girlfriend!). Well one night Christian asked to see my uhm ‘private area’ shall we say and I showed him! What a floosy – so I wouldn’t kiss a boy but I was happy enough to flash my fanny!!
At my primary school we had to do country dancing *groans*. One time I remember that while we sat waiting to dance, Christian (yes, him again!) told me and the other kids who were sat nearby that our parents fu**ed to have us! Well, I was gobsmacked by this revelation. I don’t know how I knew what fu**ing meant, but I did and I didn’t believe for one moment that my parents had done that to have a baby!! My mum had never told me this – obviously she may have over exaggerated what kissing a boy can do but never did she mention the ‘F’ word! It was such a rude word!! Of course being so naive, I told Christian that my parents did not do that, much to the amusement of him and some of the other children (who possibly didn’t know either but didn’t want to admit to it!). He told me to ask my parents when I got home and see what they said. There was no way I could ask Mum if she and Dad fu**ed – the word was so rude and I was too embarrassed to even try and ask. So the following day when Christian asked me what my Mum had said, I told him that he was right and they had. Yes i lied!!
Despite my brief flasher moment, I didn’t actually have sex until I was 17, while I was in a relationship with my first boyfriend. Believe it or not kissing alone doesn’t get you pregnant and as long as you are careful neither does fu**ing!!
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Let’s Talk About Sex

The other night just as I was drifting off to sleep, my OH happened to say to me something along the lines of “don’t forget if you want to make a move on me, feel free” to which I laughed and went to sleep.

However, there it is – it has been put out there by him he obviously thinks we should be getting our sex life back on track, to the point where he started showing me Penomet reviews to hint! Thing is, it is the last thing I feel like doing. I mean, I am tired, still carrying extra weight, quite often fail to shave my hairy areas due to a) lack of time and b) can’t always be arsed! Also I am breast feeding, so the thought of getting jiggy with boobs full of milk is not appealing and besides which it often takes me ages to get Jenson to sleep now at bedtime (he is using my nipples as a soother due to teething) and to then go from feeding mode to sex mode is just not something I can contemplate! And Jenson sleeps right next to our bed – I don’t think I would relax and get into the ‘zone’ hear him breathing next to his girrating parents!!

Besides which, it’s been 12 months, and 13 days exactly since we last had sex (when Jenson was conceived) so things are bound to be a little ‘resilient’ down below, if you get my meaning! Having had stitches again after Jenson was born there is always that initial anxiety of how things will go anyway! Obviously, I know from having had Burton that I do heal, and sex can be resumed. But I remember when we did it for the first time after having him (about 6 months I think!) it took a few goes to get me relaxed, and to actually enjoy sex and not brace myself each time!! I found it hard to relax enough not just from possible ‘entry’ fears, but because I could hear Burton on the baby monitor and always worried he might wake up once we got going! I was surprised when I fell pregnant so quickly with Jenson, if I am honest, as we were only doing it about once a month which is why I suggested we started trying, as I thought it would take ages. Funnily, enough it took one attempt!

It just takes away any romance doesn’t it, having babies in the house?
Or maybe just in my house then?
Or maybe it’s just me?

I honestly don’t know how people get back in the sack so quickly after having a baby. When I discover women getting pregnant accidentally so soon after just having one, I am gobsmacked! When the midwife and doctor had the contraception talk with me after each birth, I just smiled and told them that a baby is the best form of birth control in my house!

So I don’t know how long my lack of ‘making a move’ will last before the topic is brought up again.

Honestly though, I really don’t feel like taking him up on his offer (and what a romantic one it was, hey ladies?) for the foreseeable future, and I don’t really know when I will feel differently. Possibly once I have stopped breast feeding? Once we can move Jenson into Burton’s room? Hard to say really. The OH and I don’t even kiss or cuddle really, so maybe that is where we should start? (hint hint if you are reading this OH)

Until then I will just resume my mummy duties and try to get some sleep and keep my hands to myself!!

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