Which started this morning. I woke up with creamy CM. That kind is wet and almost lotiony. It's fertile quality fluid, but not the most fertile. (Hopefully, that stuff will show up tomorrow, and I'll tell you about it then.) So, having somewhat fertile CM and finding my cervix to be creeping up out of reach, I decided to make the moves on my husband. And that's where my troubles started.

Eric does not generally have good mornings. I had gone to my Weigh Down Workshop class bright and early, and called him from there to see if he was awake. Yes, he was, and he was getting in the shower. I hurried home, found him singing in the shower, and decided to surprise him by joining him in there.

Mental note: just because husband is awake and singing, do not assume that he is ready for any physical activity before noon on a Saturday.

It was my fault, really. He told me to wait. He asked me if we could "do this later." I wasn't willing, so I ended up with unfinished business and an embarassed husband. I won't go into detail and embarass him further, but today, or at least this morning, was a bust.

When we were younger and first dating, it seemed that every moment of every day was an opportunity for "physical intimacy," to be flatteringly coy. I was virgin, he was eager. The combination was quite nice, we both thought, and it seemed to work out for the best, as we were able to teach each other what we liked best. Interpreting the needs of the other was simple, for we learned from the start how to do just that, with no preconceived notions.

Since we've been married, it's been much more tricky to read his signals. Newlywed life was fun, but strained; living temporarily with his parents put the kebosh on any wacky sexual escapades. Then for a while after we first moved up here, sex was a fleeting thing, happening once a month at best. Eric's diagnosis of diabetes and subsequent treatment of such showed us what the problem had been. It's hard to feel amorous when your raging blood sugars have you feeling like you've been hit with a steamroller.