Making love vs. making babies

A year ago my husband and I were getting it on and on and on. I remember the week because we took a road trip from NYC to Martinsville, Virginia, to go to a NASCAR race -- with a stop in Washington DC. I was ovulating. We were trying. The hotel rooms we stayed in got a lot of action. (And these are two of the photos we took while having some camera fun.)


We hadn't had so much sex since we had first starting dating. I mean, we certainly got busy lots, but not everyday or even two times a day.

But my eggs were ready and so were we and it worked -- twins 9 months later.

Sex 9 months ago.

OK, that's not exactly true. We sex. We sex a lot. Sort of a lot. Sometimes? Once in a while? OK. Not that much. And certainly not that ohmygoshIhavetohaveyourightnow sex SEX or even that I'M OVULATING LET'S DO THIS AND I WILL TILT MY PELVIS UP AFTER TO MAKE SURE NOT ONE DROP SLIPS OUT kind of sex SEX.

Pregnant sex got very unsexy fast. Then I had the postpartum recovery period. And here I am, just about four months later, and just embarking on our new sex life as parents.

Ow. Ouch. Slow. Ssssssslooooowerrr. Ow. Oh. Oooooooh. OKOKOK. Ahh. Ahh. Oh. Oooooooh. Ow.

We'll get back to our pre-baby sex, right? I don't expect we'll be sneaking away at parties to get it on in the bathroom or biting each other's necks while out at a bar at 3am. But we'll find a new rhythm as parents and have the kind of parent sex that no kid wants to read about, so I'll stop here in case this lives on forever and my babies stumble upon this someday.

A niece is born! Power to the VBAC!

My sister had baby number two today! Dylan Alexandria was born around 1AM and weighs 9 pounds 8 ounces. Her cheeks are ripe for the pinching!

Jen had the birth we both wanted -- natural and vaginal.

OK, she almost made it all the way natural.

Her first baby was born via c-section and as you know, my twins, were early due to my preeclampsia/HELLP and had to be born by c-section.

So yes, VBAC -- vaginal birth after c. I am so proud of her for believing in her body even when one of her doctors seemed to push for a cesarean.

Everyone is doing great! I was there today at the hospital watching Dylan latch on to mama, breastfeeding like a champ.

So! Happy!

The twins hold hands when nursing

Awww...

Scenes from a work pump

Family poo: We all smell the same

I love potty humor.

Mamarotica: He shaved and hair wasn't everywhere!

One of my favorite subjects is sex. Soft sex, hard sex, light sex, dark sex, explicit sex, and fluffy bunnies and fairytale sex. I've written about it extensively for 12 years professionally...before that unprofessionally. Whatever that means.

Since I got pregnant last year there wasn't a whole lot of sex -- having it or writing it. So I am a bit rusty, or shall we say dry?

Ew no, we shouldn't say dry.

So lately, things turn me on that are a little out of the norm.

My husband shaved and when he was done there was hardly a trace of his whiskers on this sink.

Totally hot.

In the past the only kind of hair removal that make me excited was when I would have my bikini waxed.

It wasn't the act of waxing that was sexy, of course, it was the result.

Now I'm turned on by my husband's cleanliness during his intimate encounter with his razor.

Sigh.

Things I do when pumping

Since I've gone back to work, I've been a pumping machine!

I pump at work. I pump when I get home from work if my timing is off. And I pump on weekends to keep up with my freezer stash.

OK, that's kind of a lie. I often conveniently forget to pump on weekends.

For all the other times I pump, this is what I do to pass the time. And yes, my pump is the hands-free Medela pump -- the Mercedes of nipple suckers.

-Look online for clothes I want to buy...for myself and babies.
-Catch up on my shows on dvr.
-Send photos I took with my phone to flickr.
-Wonder if the sound of the pump can be heard from the hall when I pump at work.
-Refresh my makeup.
-Think of blog posts...like this one.
-Wonder if I will show self restraint with the brownie mix waiting to be made in my cabinet.
-Have concern over my nipples being stretched.
-Feel like a cow. The machine even sounds like it's mooing.
-Recall the days when my teets were for sexual excitement.
-Realize I'm slouching and try to work on my poor posture.
-Think wow only 5 minutes have passed since I hooked myself up to this thing!
-Wish I had those brownies.