OK so I have wanted to write this blog for a while. It’s a topic that I talk about with ALL my close girly friends and in doing so, have learned a LOT about post marital sex. Obviously, to protect the innocent (and the downright dirty) I will be changing names but I thought it was worth writing about because before I had these convos with my ladies, I honestly thought I was just broken from the waist down. I thought if I wrote about it, it might make other people feel better about their sex life (or lack of it) as well.
Before I was married, I was a pretty sexual person. I liked sex. I liked the intimacy of it. I probably did a lot of it for the wrong reasons but I also learned a lot of valuable (I know, I know… snooooore) lessons from it too. Thing is, I have never actually been able to *ahem* “finish off” without some kind of digital stimulation if you catch my drift. No biggie. I have read the statistics. I know I am not alone in this and never felt like I was missing out too much as it was never really the goal for me. So then, I got married. White dress. Chocolate cake. You know the drill. Married life was great (for the most part) and married sex-life was always fine too. Then kids came along. Yep, you can see what’s coming right? Total exhaustion, not showering for 5 days in a row (and I am UNDER exaggerating on that one) and being covered in breast milk and barf are not exactly aphrodisiacs to any one. So things in the gettin’ jiggy department started to lull.
I was lucky enough to get to be a stay at home Mum. For the most part, this job makes me want to shove a fork so far into my eye that I see stars for weeks BUT I do concede I am in a very blessed position. I know lots of Mums who would kill to get to stay home with their kids but they can’t and so I breathe… a lot… and occasionally I drink. Anyway! So the stay at home Mum thing happened and I sacrificed a lot of my identity for that. I was no longer winning the bread, I was buttering it. I was no longer bring home the bacon, I was frying it. You smell what I’m steppin’ in? Yep. Bye bye independence and hello 2 tiny, squalling DEpendants. Oh and PS hello post pregnancy pounds. Those suckers will kill your libido faster than Jeffrey Dahmer at a singles bar. And so, over time, the sexy me just kinda sat in a corner and whimpered with tiredness while the raging beast with a venus fly trap between her legs emerged. Isn’t THAT a mental image?!
Poor Captain Pants. I think he’s still a bit confused about what happened but you simply cannot explain these things to (most) men. They could never grasp what that complete and utter change in role feels like. It really does change you and as I changed, so did our sex life. More infrequent. More predictable. More pleading. It was a pretty sad state of affairs. So then, I started to talking to other Mums and lo and behold, I was not alone!!! I remember talking to a group of friends once and we were comparing how long it had been since we had slept with our partners. I was so embarrassed that I was going to have to admit that it had been almost 3 weeks since nookie town and then, miracle of miracles, one of my gorgeous friends said “Oh I haven’t let Mr X touch me since the baby was born”. “The baby” she was referring to was 9 months old at the time and I know for a fact that they had not bonked during the pregnancy so Mr and Mrs X had not gotten funky with each other for about 18 months. Phew! THEN another girl piped up and said, “Oh my gosh, you’re so lucky! My husband is at me every night, sometimes twice a night!!”. I just about fell off my chair! Seriously?! Who has that kind of stamina at our age?!? She deserves some kind of award in my books.
Cut to last week, I was having a conversation with friends and the topic of sex came up. My friend mentioned casually that she and her husband had done the deed the night before and she was cranky as she had not been able to “get off”. I looked at her with eyes like monster truck rims and said reverently, “you get off…. every time?”. She said, “yeah, pretty much, why? Don’t you?”. I didn’t know what to tell her. It seemed kind of awkward to say that the last time I had experienced fireworks in the pants department, I had been on my own and Ryan Reynolds MAY have been somewhere on the outskirts of my mind. I mean come on!! Every time?!? Someone give THAT woman a medal! If I was guaranteed that kind of happy ending every time I got down on it, I would be getting my jiggy on non-stop I think!
So back to the post-children sexual transformation I was talking about earlier. I don’t know if it is hormones or what but since having kids, I literally don’t feel like shagging. Ever. This is not a coup on my part or some attempt to get Captain Pants to mow the lawn, this is plain and simple. I. Just. Don’t. Wanna. I don’t feel turned on by anything anymore which seems strange but I honestly think I am just too tired and too busy and have too many other things to worry about. Every now and then, I will give the old girl a going over but it is more just to see if it still works or not. That’s bad right? Even as I type it I can feel you judging me. Look, I am sure I am not alone here. I know I’m not. I have had lots of discussions with other tired Mummies whose idea of sexy is watching their husbands vacuum or burp the baby. Priorities change. People change. Life changes constantly. I am sure things will normalise eventually but as sad as it sounds, it really does not bother me. For the most part, I barely miss feeling randy. My buzz lately comes from seeing my kids growing up. They bring me so much joy and happiness (when they’re not sticking their boogers to the toilet walls) that I don’t feel the loss too acutely.
I read somewhere once that to feel more sexual, you should have more sex. Simple right? Well I tried it and all I felt was more tired and slightly chafed. So I thought, maybe they mean that you have to achieve the big O when doing it for it to jump start the old libido. So I thought that me and Mr Good Vibrations should have some “quality time” on a nightly basis for a week. Wanna know how long I lasted? ZERO DAYS! I never did it. I was too freakin’ tired!!!
Look I do miss the intimacy. I think that the lack of intimacy (and I am not just talking naked/bedroom intimacy here) has a lot to do with things. As I have morphed and become a stay at home Mum, so the Capt’n has grown and matured in his role at work and that alone has created some distance. He’s been climbing the corporate ladder very successfully and that success comes with longer hours and more travel. It’s hard to feel horned up when it’s 8pm and all you want is a break from parenting, a cold chardonnay and a really good cry.
Relationships are hard. Really. Those of you who are blessed to have a relatively easy marriage should consider yourselves very lucky. Don’t get me wrong, this has nothing to do with how much I love my ball and chain. Sure his jokes are wearing a little thin and it drives me crazy that his iPad gets more attention than me sometimes but I do love the bastard. I wish, for his sake, I didn’t feel so anti-nookie. I know it’s his biggest peeve within our relationship (well, that and the fact that I have serious rage issues) and trust me, I try as hard as I can to step up but for the most part, everything pales in comparison to a good night’s sleep, in clean sheets, with no alarm set for the morning.
I fully intend to be like Stella and get my groove back eventually, when I have the time to work out why the pangs have disappeared on me and I’m not so gosh darn exhausted all the time. Until then, Ryan Reynolds and Mr Good Vibrations will have to do the job 🙂