Baby Taco: 12 weeks, 1 day
At risk of sounding like Oprah from her Weight Watchers commercial here it goes… I. Love. Sex. I mean, wow. You get with the right person, get naked and have a good time for several minutes, (or even more if you’re lucky!). It reduces stress, helps you sleep and just gives you the feel goods all around.
Before my husband and I got married we were friends. Friends with sexual tension for 2 years, but friends. Once we started dating though, things moved pretty fast. Fast forward to 2 dates later. We are upstairs in his college townhouse, his roomates are sperated only by a thin wall, Jack Johnson plays in the backgoround. I know; romance. Then it happens, the look. The look saying that ok, let’s do it.
Think of your partner naked. Go ahead. Think of their skin, their imperfections, their butt. Got it? Now think of your partner naked the first time you saw them. There is a feel to the air. Your kissing, touching, moving in an almost slow motion. It’s happening. There is a certain giddiness that you can’t describe.
I was so nervous to see him, for him to see me. I had played it out in my head a million times when we were friends but what happens if things don’t look the same as how you imagined it? Ugh what happens if it sucks and there’s no chemistry and now your friendship is ruined and now you’re dying alone? Sorry, my anxiety digresses.
But it doesn’t suck and you love how they look and how they feel with you. It is actually better than you imagined it. Your bodies move as one, and other romantic cliches happen too. It’s great.
As the years progress, you learn what the other one likes. Things can be rushed, getting naked seems less special and more of just what it is. You walk around in your undies, pee with the door open, fart, pick your nose and be gross animals in front of each other. The magic is still there, just different.
So now here we are, Taco is almost 3 months old. Sex now is something that happens in between the feedings and naps and when you finally can take a couple of deep breaths and be.
Nakedness has become sacred again. At least for me it has. I find myself becoming shy. So long are the days of walking around braless. The one thing to kill a mood quicker is leaky boobs. My body has several new stretch marks, and my downstairs mixup is still healing making certain positions a little difficult. My once favorite activity is something that now causes butterflys. I feel like how I did up in that townhouse with “banana pancakes” playing in the back.
All that being said though, I am crazy about my husband. He has been such a pillar of strength and kindness. My new body, my new naked, he loves. He still sees someone beautiful. He takes things slow, makes sure I’m comfortable and understands that there is still things I can’t do, (RIP flexibility). Sex had become more special and more amazing because our love created the best baby we have ever met. My body still has a long way to go but if I created and pushed out a baby, then I can one day put my feet behind my head again.
….also, postpartum orgasms….WOW. I can get used to that!!!