Slutty Confessional Sunday -The Postpartum Redemption Arc 🍆

Featuring hormones, emotional instability, oral redemption arcs, and one very grateful husband 🔥😈

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted one of these but if there’s ever a perfect time it’s now.

Pregnancy has a way of hijacking your entire mind, body and soul. Sometimes you don’t even realize how much it took from you until you’ve gone nearly nine months without something you used to love and your husband gently points it out.

He told me it had been almost nine months since I’d done a very specific sexual act we both love and if I was up for it, he would love nothing more. The second the words left his mouth something in me locked in. I looked him dead in the eyes and said “Give me a minute to talk to my brain.”

Because my brain was still stuck in pregnancy mode which was a lovely nine month cocktail of nausea, reflux, and gagging. So I had a very firm conversation with myself where I basically said “You’re not pregnant anymore. The nausea is gone. The reflux is gone. The constant gag reflex is gone. You are safe. You love this. He loves this. Make it fucking happen.”

…And baby, she did. And she had never been happier to not be pregnant again.

While pregnancy sex with a man who worships every changing inch of your body is genuinely mind-blowing there’s something even deeper about the “holy shit I almost died having your child” sex.

It hits on a whole other feral, grateful, soul-level frequency.