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It felt oddly exciting, childlike, and almost a little irresponsible when the boy and I were in bed yesterday and decided that 2.5 weeks out of the hospital was enough time lapsed to perhaps try having sex again. After all, I had appeared to be recovering quickly.
It happened innocently enough though. It was my birthday on Saturday which was great -- rather than a big fanfare and overplanning, friends came over for boardgames and wine which was the recipe to the happiest birthday I could ask for. The morning after we got brunch and cuddled in bed, when it had been abundantly clear that having gone nearly a month without getting intimate physically had its effects. I had gone off the pill because I wasn't expecting to do anything post-surgery for at least a month, but funnily enough earlier this year I had gone to a launch party for a scientifically designed condom and remembered I had a pack of 3 sitting in my room that was theoretically never going to get used. Except, of course, haha.
This month has been a whirlwind. I think back to just a few weeks ago when I was running around shopping, worrying about what to wear to our friends' wedding party, whether I should cut my hair short. Life sort of felt like it took a pause. But things finally seem like they're starting to go back to the track we got derailed from, and I'm grateful it wasn't a long detour at all.
And yet in those very few weeks, it brought my family and the boy all that much closer together knowing I could trust them all to never leave my side when I needed them the most. Every birthday, you have this optimism that it's going to be the best year ever but I honest do believe it this time.
It happened innocently enough though. It was my birthday on Saturday which was great -- rather than a big fanfare and overplanning, friends came over for boardgames and wine which was the recipe to the happiest birthday I could ask for. The morning after we got brunch and cuddled in bed, when it had been abundantly clear that having gone nearly a month without getting intimate physically had its effects. I had gone off the pill because I wasn't expecting to do anything post-surgery for at least a month, but funnily enough earlier this year I had gone to a launch party for a scientifically designed condom and remembered I had a pack of 3 sitting in my room that was theoretically never going to get used. Except, of course, haha.
This month has been a whirlwind. I think back to just a few weeks ago when I was running around shopping, worrying about what to wear to our friends' wedding party, whether I should cut my hair short. Life sort of felt like it took a pause. But things finally seem like they're starting to go back to the track we got derailed from, and I'm grateful it wasn't a long detour at all.
And yet in those very few weeks, it brought my family and the boy all that much closer together knowing I could trust them all to never leave my side when I needed them the most. Every birthday, you have this optimism that it's going to be the best year ever but I honest do believe it this time.