Been there, done that, bought the Trojans
Can I just say … ugghhhh!
As I have mentioned before, Darling Husband and I were extremely careful
— with a cap E — before we got married. We did not not not not not not NOT
want to get pregnant before we were married, and I’m happy to say, our paranoia paid off.
Once the wedding bands were in place, we were free from our latex prison (hmm, weird mental image). When we returned from our honeymoon, I tossed all our condoms in the garbage — sure we would never again need them.
Two weeks ago, we bought ’em …
.,.. and we’re not liking ’em.
The holding zone SUCKS! It means the super-cautiousness has returned to our bedroom, because this is the first time ever that we are relying only on condoms. It means we are back to using something that I always hated in the first place.
He is the one murmuring, “C’mon, what difference does a few months make?” and I’m protesting, “No! We can’t! Think of the dress!
Think of the dress!”