So while I stress out about making other life changing decisions, let me talk about IT.
8 weeks…56 days…1,344 hours…80,640 minutes.
This evening, that will be how long it’s been since my hubby and I did it.
You know, IT.
That thing that I’m honestly kind of afraid to do.
The thing that I sadly have no desire to do (damn BFing hormones).
That thing that my little baby is being used as a blocker to avoid.
But honey, she’s so cute all swaddled up like a burrito between us in bed!
Um, you know this is going to take some effort on your part right? It’s been so long, you’ll be a 2 minute man otherwise, and that is NOT okay if I’m letting you near these parts.
I haven’t had a visit from AF since March 15.
I haven’t had postpartum bleeding since five weeks ago.
All of my stitches have dissolved and I assume all is normal down there.
I have no excuse to avoid this any longer.
But IT scares the shit out of me.
Any advice for getting in the mood and over my fears (other than a bottle of wine and a bottle of lube)?
This has gotta happen sometime…