I seriously couldn't care less if i ever have sex again.
Ben is not happy to hear this. Like most people, he views regular, satisfying sex as an important part of a good, healthy, long-term relationship. Me? Not so much.
For the first year of Lila's life, it was obvious why I was never even remotely in the mood. Having an infant that never sleeps, that demands constant attention, and that gets cuddled all day pretty much leaves NOTHING left for anyone else. During her second year, we faced serious financial issues, moved back to New York State (into an apartment about 1/3 the size of our old house) and we let the stress cause us to just "not particularly like" eachother.
But now, things are settling down. We are both working steadily. Lila, although still crazy and demanding is old enough to understand that just because I don't hold her every minute, that doesn't mean I don't love her. Although Lila still wakes us up at least 3 times a week, it is getting better and we are getting more sleep. And yet, I still don't care to get naked.
Part of this is the way being a mother has changed my body. To be frank, I am fatter than I was before. This is not the result of pregnancy weight that I can't get rid of...the anxiety that I had during my Post-partum Depression caused me not to eat a lot and so 6 months after I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight. The way my body stores fat has changed. No longer does it go into my boobs first (which was a serious blessing in my twenties because up to that point I was an A-cup), or even into my butt (which although not exactly thrilling, is somthing that plenty of rappers seem to think is sexy). I have developed a GUT. I have a big belly now. One of my 11-year-old neighbors asked me if Lila was getting a brother or sister a few days ago...And there is nothing, anywhere that is going to convince me that when I take off my clothes and that thing flops out, that it is anything but kind of gross to look at. Hell, I won't even look at it. I have gotten to the point where I often shop at the "big girls" stores. And just a few short years ago, before my pregnancy, I was a size 6. I have never cared about how my body looked and used to roll my eyes when girls in school complained about being heavy, so for me to be so self-conscious about myself is completely foreign to me. I thought I would always love my body, no matter what it looked like. But I suppose it's easy to feel that way when you have the kind of body everyone wants. Maybe I am being punished for not being more sympathetic back then.
There is another component to this though. Besides feeling totally and completely PHYSICALLY unsexy, I also psychologically feel un-sexy. My daughter is 3 years old. Right now, the entire universe revolves around her. I am Mommy all day, every day, even when I am at work. None of the kids in the neighborhood know my name. I don't know if half of the adults do. Everyone knows me as "Lila's Mommy". That's my official name and position right now. And although logically I KNOW that this is bullshit, I still FEEL that Mommy's are not supposed to be into sex...Unless, of course, they want to be "Mommy" to yet another person, which brings me to my next issue.
I am terrified of getting pregnant again. If I had known in my teenage years what I know now, I would have stayed a virgin until marriage. Having what we nicely refer to as "a difficult" child, I have sworn off ever reproducing again. Not only do I know that I would never survive if I had a second child with anything remotely like Lila's first-year scream fests, but I don't think society at large needs that either. I know the liklihood of having two kids with the same temperment is unlikely. I also know that I can use birth-control. But I got pregnant the first time while using birth control, so I am not one of the faithful practitioners.
I have this friend who unexpectantly got pregnant less than 6 months after her first baby. Then it turned out it was going to be twins. Then the twins came 3 months early. Are you doing the math? That's THREE kids in a year. Although this makes me think that any possible combination I could have wouldnt be as bad as that, the prospect of having THREE of them running around is enough to make me want to take some roofies to forget the thought of it. Twins run on both sides of my family.
But the honest to God truth of the matter is that I just don't care. On my list of things to do today, getting sexy and losing a half hour (or more) of sleep to sex just doesn't seem like a great idea for me. I can pretend there is some deep-seated psychological issue at hand, but my libido just isn't there. And it isn't there for fantasy and it isn't there for "alone time". It just isn't something I care much about these days.
I remember in my twenties when I wanted to jump on any hot tattooed fella who winked at me but those days are long gone. Now the only people winking at me are dirty old men. I have heard about how the thirties are supposed to be the horniest time in a woman's life. I have heard all about Cougars. And I just wonder "where do you find the energy?" Am I missing something?