Let's Talk About Sex

Salt N’ Peppa, circa 1991, bumps old school in the background, vanilla scented candles flicker softly, scattered throughout the room; our red satin sheets are turned down, and white rose petals are strewn about...okay, not really. That sounds like something Cher would have dreamed up in Clueless. Of course the sheets and roses would have been hot pink!

Aside from the details being completely made up (and cliché), I would never share that sort of stuff with you. I don’t talk about my sexy time with Mr. H, except with Mr. H. That’s just the kind of girl I am! Sorry if you were dying for some juicy tidbits. You know you were. :-)

However, as a couple actively TTC, and a frequent visitor on The Bump Trying to Get Pregnant board, I can recognize that sexy time is constantly on the brain when you are trying to make a baby. When do we need to do it, how often should we do it, which way should we do it, when do we stop doing it, are we doing it too much? At first it is exciting, and you have this sense of freedom, kind of like you’re throwing caution to the wind. You also feel like you and your husband are working on a very special project together, one that will forever change your lives, one that involves getting it on, a lot!

Because of the massive amount of sexy time that is required, and because it can sometimes feel like you are on a schedule, especially if you’ve been trying for several cycles, it’s very important to keep it fresh, or at the very least make your husband feel like you aren’t just using him for his “special men”. So how do I let Mr. H know that it's a good time to do the baby dance? Well, lots of ways, but one of my favorites is going to become the highlight of a new weekly feature, "Hint, Hint, Mr. H". I love to make Mr. H handmade cards, in fact I make him a card everyday before work. Well since we've been trying, my daily themes have become TTC inspired, especially during our fertile window. My "TTC cards" for Mr. H are a fun, cute way for me to signal to Mr. H that the time is right. Plus we always get a good laugh out of them, and there are few things I love more in the world than laughing with Mr. H.

I hope you get half the kick out of our special cards, as we do. Enjoy!

Hint, Hint, Mr. H - Hint #1

Just Call Me Twelve Percent

I don't feel old. I don't look old. Really, I'm not old. But it turns out...I have old eggs. Nature is messing with me. Why is it genetically optimal for me to reproduce at fourteen years of age? At fourteen I was worried about having to sit through sex education, not thinking about having sex, or making a baby. A couple of weeks ago PLOS one published a study that tracks a woman's egg supply, from birth through menopause. Apparently, women produce new eggs from birth until fourteen, and after that our egg production is kaput, finis. And so, the gradual decline begins. Which brings me to my current realization. I'm not thirty yet, but close enough. By the time the average woman reaches thirty years of age, she has just twelve percent of her original egg supply. Just call me twelve percent.