A lot of women comment that infertility takes a toll on their sex life. I can understand that. When sex isn’t a loving, spontaneous act, but has to be scheduled, after temperature-taking, mucus-monitoring, early-morning alarms to ensure there is time for the deed to be done, well, any spontaneity and a lot of the love seems to disappear from it. It becomes a means to an end, a chore. And sometimes, nothing more.
Once I knew that natural conception was first, unlikely, and then, pretty much impossible, the pressure was off. Sex quickly became what it was before we began trying to conceive. A normal, healthy, loving, fun part of a good relationship. If you’re not at this stage yet, rest assured, you’ll get there. And you can, and should make the most of it.
So last week, when I read an article that said after childbirth, you are faced with six years of bad sex, I’ll admit it ... I smirked.