HOW TO CELEBRATE YOUR LOVER (WHEN YOUR BOOBS ARE LEAKING)

PORTLAND, OR

WORDS BY LISSA MOON LACROIX

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Another Valentine's! And you know what that means...

Actually, WTF does it mean once you're a mom? Everyone's different, right? My uterus had yellow caution tape around it for like, 6 months. My bestie had an oopsie-baby a couple months postpartum. Why was she getting laid when my who-ha was manually pieced together after each use?  Why was she aroused by her husband when I questioned the validity of any and all relations beyond that of MY BABY and myself? I feel like there wasn't enough information in 'What To Expect While Expecting.' There should have been chapters like "Why You Resent Everyone Around You" and "Your Asshole Fell Inside Out - Now What?"  

So, for those of us ladies whom weren't blessed with steel vaginas and gallons of serotonin,  the good news is this... it's all temporary.  

I'm thrilled to report that my kid is out of diapers and  I like my husband (again). Not in that dutiful "he's such a great dad " way, either. I actually enjoy his company, respect his opinion and I like his butt.

I feel like we went to war together and now we're really a family, warts and all.  So if this Valentine's Day is more about the human you just created and less about the one you created it with, don't give up just yet. You never know what's around the bend (hint, it could be chocolate and living room sex because your kid is occupying your bed, duh).