In between those times? Well, I don’t want to name names — cough, Darling Husband! — but Darling Husbandsomebody was sick. Quite sick, actually. And so it prevented action from happening in the middle of the “good time.”
I’m counting on that “sperm can live for up to 72 hours” thing, and hoping that the second time wasn’t too late. But really, I have no idea what happens down there.It feels like a secret I can never truly understand.
I am feeling so doubtful, in fact, that I’m already thinking already to September. The trouble with July, I think, was that we didn’t do it enough during the supposed “good time.” And now we had the same issue in August.
The answer? Much, much more sex. I mean every single day that I even suspect is a “good time.” I want to be confident that we tried our darnest. Are you reading this, Darling Husband? Every day!
P.S. Never, ever do a Google images search for “back in the saddle,” when trying to find a photo for your blog. You will find inappropriate photos, for some reason, of “Little Oral Annie.”
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)