Yup, I had sex with my husband last week. Yes, just once last week and not since then, but that was the first time in well over a year with more than a year and a half before that. And you gals would be so proud of me! I am the one that hunted down the practice and forced it upon my unsuspecting captive.
See, Savannah has been getting on to me lately about not sleeping with my husband. Things are going so well with Patrick and me and there is so much goodwill that it seemed silly not to...I just didn't wanna. But she told me to suck it up and get it done because he would have a hard time staying away from the bad stuff if he got no relief. However, as a parent it is really hard to find time for sex. After Cade's bedtime I am so tired that there is no way, and so is Patrick. Sooooo, I waited until he came home for his dinner break from work and I jumped him while Cade was watching cartoons in the living room.
I lured Patrick into the bedroom, pushed him on the bed and undressed him. You know how it usually goes from there, I'm sure.
Annnnndddd...it was nice. Nice, right? Not the right word for sex. But that's what it was. It felt good, but again...no connection between us. We enjoyed the activity (although we were interrupted by Cade banging on the door demanding to be let in while I yelled to him that we were planning a surprise for him). Patrick wasn't able to finish which puts an asterisk next to the performance for me. I don't count it as successful. Granted, he only had a brief time at home, had to go back to work, worried about Cade, not to mention it just being odd that we were naked together. All of those things make it understandable that it was hard (well...difficult anyway) to get things done.
The final outcome of our adventure was a decision to do it more often. Also, I'm out $40 because I had to make up a surprise for Cade and the only thing I could think of quickly was a DS game. Part of me now wants to sit back and wait for him to instigate because it always hurts a little (no matter how many times I tell myself it is not my fault that he doesn't finish). But those games only hurt us in the past and got us to where we are today. All of this mystery and bitterness surrounding sex in our marriage has been impossible to overcome. Since we are starting with a clean slate, I think that I will just be 100% honest with him. I'm going to instigate again this weekend and see how it goes. I will wait for a more appropriate time so that there will be no interruptions. If he is still not completely satisfied, we will then have a discussion about what may be the causes. Or I could just slip one of my Viagra into his Dr. Pepper and see what I get!