Evening...
Ok, so here's something I've learned through the adventure of trying for a child... A man does NOT find it sexy when you wave a stick you've just pee'd on and say "Honey, we need to have sex tonght, I think I'm ovulating.".... Just not a good chat up line. So in the last few cycles, I've ditched these wretched pee sticks cause they told fibs and said I was ovulating when I wasn't. Instead I've relied on the good old powers of deduction and tried to calculate when my ovaries might be ready to release one of the elusive eggs they have been hiding from me these last few years. I haven't however been discreet about using the "O" word. No.... not orgasm.... ovulation. God, me and my filthy mind.... Anywho, last night, my dearly beloved was greeted with the dread cry. "Honey, we need to have sex soon, I think I'm ovulating this week!" From being an eager beaver, up for giving the bunnies a showing up, David becomes a cowering wreck, imagining his wife has morphed from her usual happy self into an obsessive black widow spider type creature, intent on getting his seed and then plotting his demise in the cruelest, most awful way imaginable. So this is my note to self for today... that dreaded "O" word is out of bounds for the time being... unless I used the other "O" word, then, I think I'm on a promise!
See ya x
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