I tend to have these dreams that end up with me and my hubby in various states of undress and not able to score a touchdown so to speak. (Football season yet?) When I was on the pill, it was my brain’s way of reminding me I have obligations. (Off the pill, no issues with forgetting about that, dangit).. Now that I’m pregnant, it’s just like being on the pill, and I’m determined to find a non-hormonal method once the baby is here). Anyway, I havent had one of these dreams in quite some time. I had one last night. For the first time in a long time, I waited patiently for the alarm to go off and then attacked! Okay gently coerced him into having a romp. It was a bit awkward, but we made it work! Any suggestions for keeping my hips from hurting?
Is this the turnaround I’ve been waiting for? Maybe? Or just a fluke? Either way, I have a happy husband today! Yeah!