H is getting buttered up all right. The planets have aligned so that we have had no sexual contact since before our IUI three weeks ago. Between evening business engagements, a family trip that had baby in our bed tossing and turning and business travel for the next three days I am supressing a giggle at H's apparent frustration over sex. He repeatedly mentions it and today when he said goodbye to go on his business trip he had both hands on my rear and I got the impression that he was saying goodbye to my azz more than me. OTOH - my small level of worry that I will have another miscarriage has made me kind of complacent about the lack of sex so I've been kinda mum on the issue. Why is it that he wants me most when he can't have me or when I am feeling less interested than usual? Actually he COULD have had me multiple times over the last three weeks but it would require out of the box sexual thinking that H just doesn't seem to do - he could have had the kids watch the baby in the evening and taken thirty minutes to "talk" with me in private in our bedroom. He could wake up early like I do and join me in the shower. I would be late to work but I'd live. However, he placidly let the last three weeks pass and now, is sexually frustrated. Maybe it will be enough to light a fire under him.
Other things are good. My ultrasound is next Monday. That will tell us if things are looking ok.
"Why is it that he wants me most when he can't have me or when I am feeling less interested than usual?"
You know, the funny thing is that I am the same way. For some reason I desire the heck out of my W in the morning, a time when she has more difficulty with desire. Especially for some reason when we are getting ready for church. I guess it is because she rarely "dresses up" anymore. It does cause some tension between us.
"Other things are good. My ultrasound is next Monday. That will tell us if things are looking ok."
Deep heartfelt wishes for success coming your way. I can remember the feelings I had waiting for the results of the blood test to see if the hormones had increased enough, or was this going to be another miscarriage. I remember that for the pregnancy that resulted in our twins, the second blood test showed no increase in hormone level, the same thing that had happened in the two miscarriages. I remember going home that evening and just crying for hours with my W. The doctors wanted to take a third blood test to confirm, because there can be anomalous results. A few days later the nurse called me all excited because the hormone level had shot up through the roof. I let the nurse call my W because she was a family friend to tell my W the good news. A few minutes later a breathless W called me on the phone, her voice full or more joy than I had ever heard. It was one of those defining moments.
Best wishes to you,
Chrome
"Recollect me darlin, raise me to your lips, two undernourished egos, four rotating hips"
HeeHee, Your mention of having the kids watch the baby while you "talk" got a good giggle out of me here, not because of what you said but because of something that happened here recently. MrsGGB and I have gotten in the habit of sneaking off to our room for some alone time, pretty much on a daily basis, often when the kids are cleaning up after dinner, usually with a comment like mom and dad need to go "talk" followed by instructions for the kids.
Anyway, the gig is up. We got busted: About 2 weeks ago, when we were heading up, S9 announces to everyone that he knows what is going on, that when mom and dad go into their room to talk they are really "getting naked and playing with each other".
We ignored it until we got into our room, then busted out into one of the best laughs we've had in a while.
K, thanks for reminding me
So my thought is, better to have the kids thinking that and seeing us close than to keep it all completely hidden from the kids, even if it does ick the older ones out a bit.
I LOVE that story. When I was a kid and my Dad got home from deployment my parents would immediately go to "take a nap". Of course, they never napped otherwise. It took me a few years to figure it out.
Yeah - I hate the whole first trimester. Between waiting for results of various kinds and feeling crappy (or sometimes great, oh no, maybe too good) it is just too emotional for me. I get kinda irritable, I think.
so I am very happy for you. 
