Often, when you're in a long-term relationship, sex is put on the back burner. If it weren't for heightened airport security and the requisite frisking, busy couples might get no action whatsoever. This is what happened to Dr. Trina Read, sexpert, best-selling author, and sex coach. After the birth of her second child, Dr.Trina decided to get her sex life back on track, vowing to have sex with her husband once a week for six months—and blog about it, naturally. Throw in the holidays, flu season and two kids under the age of 3 and you got yourself a Six-Month Sex Challenge.
SIX MONTH SEX CHALLENGE
I’ll never forget my first son’s six week postpartum checkup. As my OBGYN inserted fingers lathered with KY jelly she said, “The might feel uncomfortable. Sometimes women’s vaginas go into a menopausal-like state if they are breastfeeding fulltime. This may make intercourse uncomfortable.”
The next chapter in my life’s story is to give my relationship a big dose of TLC. It was the reason why I created this Six Month Sex Challenge: to make my relationship and intimacy a priority. But it seems what this challenge has really done so far is highlight all the relationship cracks that need mending.
The sweater fit—yes it was tight, but tight in all the right places. When I showed my husband, he looked like a hungry wolf ready to eat me up. In that moment, I was taken aback that he saw me as a sexy and sexual woman. Right now, I look in the mirror and all I can see is frump girl—to be fair, it’s because I’m not making any efforts and I am a frump girl.
It’s been six weeks since I had my newest son, Evan, and it’s time to resume sexual relations. After having my first son, Andrew (who’s now 26 months), trying to get sex back on track was, at times, a complete gong show. With that in mind this time around, I’ve decided to make sex after this baby a project. For the next six months—November 23 to May 30th—I will (attempt) to have sex with my husband at least once a week.
Week #1: Six Month Sex Challenge--Making time for sex a lot harder than I thought it was going to be.The week flew by in a flash of toilet training, work and domestic ‘bliss’. I wasn’t too concerned. With my first son, making time on weekends was pretty easy and so Saturday became ‘the day’ to have sex. I was, admittedly, a wee bit smug that everything was going to plan. And then all hell broke lose…