I just started to reply to a post over at Bounce Back when I stopped, realized that I was revealing WAY too much about my sex life to the interwebs. I think we’re a weird country. On one hand we all run about scantily clad, showing way too much (seriously people) and act like we’re all comfortable about it. On the other hand, a woman wants to nurse her child on a plane and we’re suddenly all about decency and COVER yourself!
I don’t know where I’m going with this other than I think that it’s ridiculous that we’re all terrified to talk about our sexual dysfunctions or God forbid what actually works for us in the bedroom. I try and be expressive with my husband, hope to be honest with my children when they’re older. (Don’t freak out. I fully realize my children have NO interest in my sex life. NOT talking about it with them). I do wish though, that I could be more open about the way that hormones trash your body postpartum. I wish I knew whether other people go through the same crap that I have, where stress and general life kill your libido and then it leads to this downward cycle of never touching each other.
I feel like a string so tightly wound that if you touch me I might snap. This winter’s cavalcade of giving up nursing, selling our house, living with friends, buying our house, moving out and in, not to even mention my job- which has been crazy stressful with inspection after inspection and regular day to day work. It’s just all taking it’s toll. I’m on my medication. Yay! But I don’t know how to pull myself from the clutches of a funk where I’m exhausted and nervous about being touched. I love my husband, I love my family. I just want everything to S–L–O–W down so that I can recover and get back to normal.