This morning my husband woke me with a snuggle and started nibbling my ear. I was in to it for about 3 seconds, and then I remembered the baby. My eyes popped open and I nearly dislocated his shoulder when I threw his arm off me.
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!” I screamed like a banshee from Schizo City, “JACK DIDN’T WAKE UP! OH MY GAWD!”
I scrambled out of bed, stepped on the dog, ran into the door knob (which left a big ol’ red mark on my hip!), and flew (quite clumsily, I might add), to the bassinet where the baby was breathing. He had slept from 11pm to 7am, the longest he has EVER slept, and instead of being content and refreshed, I was manic and a little pissed off. I stood above him, gasping for air. “Damn it!” I thought. “Thank God, but still…damn it!”
I sheepishly returned to bed where my poor husband was rubbing his bruised arm. “Jacks still breathing.” I mumbled.
“I know. I checked on him right before you went bat shit crazy.”
“Oh. Sorry about that.”
So, do new parents ever have sex again? Yes…eventually…with a little creativity and patience…and not too horribly long after they’ve both forgotten that wacky time when one went psycho and the other lost an arm.
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