Ho. Ly. Shit.
Please feel free to go gather a plastic bowl, bag or other vomit receptacle, because I'm going to brag on my husband for just a quick sec.
Ho. Ly. Shit.
I don't know if it's because it's been nearly 3 weeks (he was sick, I was a bloody mess, and then the HSG), or if it's because the last visitor that part of my body had was something that caused "mild discomfort" (read: excruciating pain), or because the HSG, in addition to increasing fertility, also increased other factors, but friends, I have been introduced into a category of orgasm probably previously unknown on the planet.
Just call him God of Sex. My children, should I ever have them, will probably have superstrength and laser vision. It was just. That. Good.
*sigh*
(Now, he's of course sleeping and I'm on the prowl for some munchies. That much at least is normal.)
4 comments:
Oh man, I am giggling SO HARD. Thankyou, I needed this today.
My eyes! my eyes!
You know....
...sigh...
#1. Not fair. Jealous. No sex here.
#2. I watched you grow through adolescence. This is too much information.
#3. God help your mom & dad, if they read your blog.
But, hey - all that aside, congratulations.
HSG you say?:)
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