Sexapalooza- Infertilty style

In olden days, I would willingly stay up all night for carnal pleasure. In fact, I have distinct memories of me and Mister staying up to greet the dawn and head for work- not once repenting a lack of sleep.


Not now troops. I had a crazybusy day at work, then after leaving at 7, stopped at Trader Joes, the gas station, waited in traffic, then got cat food at Giant. Getting home a little after 9 pm. So clearly Getting It On, was a priority. Nope.

We ate spaghetti and commiserated about our feet. Mister watched a show about the space program. I could see his eyes dropping off to sleepy land. There is little Mister enjoys more than dinner and then nodding off on the couch. Which I normally find endearing- but not during boink-fest '09.

Mister turns to look at me while I rub his feet and says "you know, I just don't want to do it tonight. Yesterday I had to do it in a cup, and then we had to do it for real- which was good, but I just don't want to tonight."

So I gazed at him lovingly and replied" I didn't even want to do it yesterday."

Then I told him I hadn't felt like it the other night we "had to" and that I just focused on remembering how thrilled I was the first time he kissed me.

Then we both laughed and high fived over hitting a new low in our sex life.

Then we went to bed after the incredible foreplay of cleaning up Princess Fiona's cat puke.

We got into bed. Let me speak about our bed. We named it Cockblock, because it is sooooo comfortable. So comfortable that sometimes even when we DO want to use it for more than sleep- we fall asleep.

Anyhow, we laughed and forced our way through it till the point where it becomes all worth while- You know, sleeeeeeeeep.

Sigh. Mission Accomplished. Again. One more night of enforced relations.