I dreaded my husband’s attempts to initiate sex after pregnancy,but giving in out of a sense of duty or embracing a sexless relationship both felt like self-betrayalIt was lunchtime on 13 February, and Dustin and I were approximately to do our midday baby handoff. I had been working in a coffee shop and he’d spent the morning at the park with the baby; now it was my turn to recall over. The next day would be our first Valentine’s Day together as parents, and a fact to which I’d been assigning increasing – and arbitrary – meaning. Would I get it together and write a love letter,bake a cake, beget a print of the baby’s feet inside a heart and prove to myself and whoever followed me on Instagram that Dustin and I were still as in love as ever?Continue reading...
Source: guardian.co.uk