Racing the Clock

I really think I need to change the name or the theme of this blog to "sexually and physically explicit pregnancy issues." The further along I get, the less guarded i am. I love reading other people's true life experiences so I am just going to bare all in hopes someone else can relate or feel comforted by all my TMI posts. I never intended for my "family" blog to be graphic but I'm just following where my instincts are leading.

As I have previously documented, sex during the 1st trimester was more or less non-existent, mainly due to spotting (and not having insurance to get it investigated) and just plain feeling "off." I never had morning sickness and was rarely tired, but I definitely did not feel like myself.

Now in the second trimester, I have recently been able to recall that sex is pleasurable. Accordingly, I want to have some of it. Last night, I noticed the baby felt squished. I was short of breath and it felt like there was no room for baby to move. I know that soon enough my baby will be entirely too big for the missionary position. Incidentally, this is "my" position if you catch my drift. I'm sure in the 3rd trimester I will have some obligatory sex for Rob's sake, but in the meantime, I feel like we need to have as much sex as possible before it is entirely too uncomfortable.

I have been reading a lot on post-partum sex so I can understand what the journey ahead of us will entail. Well, as much as someone else's experiences can help, anyway. I want to make sure I have realistic expectations, etc. By most accounts, things will be, at a minimum, different once baby is here. Returning to normalcy or establishing a new normalcy will take some time so I want to enjoy myself.

Eeeeeeew, Gross!

In keeping with the theme of "honesty in pregnancy" for this blog, I thought we would talk some more about pregnancy sex.

I finally had some of that terrific sex everybody raves about. Yay!

But when I went to the bathroom, there was some sort of tissue or mass. Well, there were two of them, actually. They were the size of dimes and they were pinkish in color.

I knew better than to worry or turn to Dr. Google so I just went about my business. But! It was gross and it was an unwelcome sight. On my pregnancy boards I have seen women say it is your mucus plug, which then regenerates itself. I have also heard countless times that intercourse can cause irritation, which in turn causes bleeding. Well, this wasn't red blood, this was party-pink. Naturally there was no pain (only pleasure, rawr!) Any experienced moms care to wager what happened?

I may or may not have told Rob he took my virginity a second time!

So, Where's All This Great Sex You Guys Rave About?

Let's talk "pregnancy sex." I have heard lots of women tell me it is a glorious time filled with multiple orgasms and unicorns and fairy dust.

If I'm being real, I will admit it has been over a month since we had sex. The first part was due to the spotting issues, and then life threw me some emotional curve balls from which I had difficulty recovering.

And you know what? I'm not in the mood. The only time of day I feel queasy is in the evenings, and I'm pretty much a blob.

I am really hoping that as I progress into the second trimester, my libido makes a return.

It is not my intention to turn into one of "those couples." You know the ones? They have sex so infrequently that it becomes a habit. A sexless marriage is not a habit I want.

I owe myself and Rob more than that.