This particular challenge isn’t working so well for us at the current moment because I never know when the “not feeling so hot” preggo moments will strike, but it has worked for us in the past. So before you poo poo the idea, give it a shot. In other words, don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.
Grab your calendars ladies. We are schedulin’ ourselves some sex. Scheduling you say? That is so boring and unspontaneous. Spontaneous? If you are waiting for the mood to strike you, your hubby could be waiting a loooong time. I would bet spontaneous isn’t working too great for you (or your hubby).
Here’s the upside. You will be having regular sex. You will be happy. Your hubby will be happy. You will have less nights that end with “the look” when you are too tired to even function. You may even grow to look forward to those nights on the calendar with excitement and anticipation. That is the way it is supposed to work anyway.
If your hubby happens to be offended by the thought that you must “schedule” him in in order to get the deed done, perhaps you could keep it from him a bit. I would truly never advocate lying in your marriage. Truly. Not a good idea. But if you happen to start scheduling sex and he just chalks it up to his wife spontaneously being in the mood a little more often, that isn’t such a bad thing. Everybody wins.
Alright, you can do this one of two ways. But May is the month to jump on board this challenge. Choice number one- pick a night and stick to it. Just make sure to let everyone know that Sunday night is sex night so people don’t disturb you. Ok, so maybe not that last part. Choice number two- you and the hubby get out the calendars and coordinate your schedules. Find the nights without commitments and stresses and pencil in a little horizontal mambo (I have been waiting to utilize the euphemism and it just felt right…sorry).
I won’t tell you which of the two methods we are choosing. Just please don’t call on Sunday nights after 10:30 ![]()
This week’s “challenge” is near and dear to my heart. Since all my pregnancy woes seem to happen in the evening, that time of day just isn’t happening for us. At all. So at the risk of way TMI, the morning cartoon hour is quickly becoming our new best friend. My husband and mother are both currently mortified. Sorry, but I do believe it is a great way to start the day 








