Last night we had sex for the first time in over a month (I wasn’t allowed to have sex or orgasm during the threatened miscarriage stage and then wasn’t allowed to have sex during the bleeding post D&C stage). The weird part was remembering that we have to use condoms.
I was struck by how much I hate them. I know a lot of women say that they can’t tell the difference, but I definitely can, and I hate it.
Which of course makes me rather sad, realizing we’ll have to use the stupid things for at least another 8 weeks. sigh.