Where’s The Snooze Button For This Clock?

by Leslie

I’m sitting in a hotel room in Pennsylvania, having traveled here to support a dearly loved family member that was having a major surgery today. Julia and my mother are sleeping nearby and I am missing my husband, who is probably arriving at work right about now. Even though he wouldn’t be there if I were home, there’s something about being this far away that makes sleeping without him nearly impossible.

And then there’s the fact that couples throughout the hotel are having hotel sex right now - you know, the kind of sex you dare not have at home because it’s so wild and uninhibited, you couldn’t live there afterward. Although these days, wild and uninhibited for Dave and me means sex with sound. Since becoming parents, we’ve discovered that noise is the number one thing that tips off the sex police (i.e. Julia and the cats). So we’re silent lovers who rely on a complex series of gestures for communication. Imagine a baseball coach gesturing to the batter to tell him how to swing and you’ve gotten a glimpse of our foreplay.

I know this talk may seem indecent, but I can’t help but have sex on my mind. The alarm on my biological clock went off this afternoon when we arrived at the hospital to visit our recovering patient after a successful surgery. We exited the elevator along with my pregnant cousin on the second floor to the soft sound of chimes ringing a lullaby and the announcement that a baby had just been born in the maternity ward. My uterus started doing back-flips while my ovaries chanted, “B-A-B-Y, Baby! Baby!” over and over again. For the first time, after a few months of really trying and over a year of hoping for a surprise, I began to feel disappointment that I am not yet pregnant.

Now, after a long and exhausting day, I’m going to crawl into a strange, lonely bed and dream of wild and uninhibited sex with sound for the purpose of procreation.

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Comments

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Joshua Xalpharis on February 22, 2007 5:56 am
How highly inappropriate it would be for myself to comment on your sex life.

However! I feel completely free to mention that I am sure that dozens of people have probably did the nasty on the very sheets you were sleeping on shortly after penning this opus. It is a good thing they wash them really well!

At least.. I hope they do.
kelley on February 22, 2007 8:25 am
I didn’t realize you were trying for a second child - how exciting! I hope it happens for you soon.
petite mommy on February 22, 2007 2:14 pm
First of all, I really really dont like hotels all that well and can’t even think about sex when in them…I dont know why???

Anyway, I hope you get some good news soon enough…
Karly on February 22, 2007 4:47 pm
Dude. I had the most crazy dream last night that I was living in a hotel and I was pregnant. How odd.

I didn’t know you were trying for number 2 either! How exciting! I hope it happens soon for you.
Daddy Forever on February 23, 2007 2:33 am
I love my kids, but bringing up having another baby would be like kicking me between my knees…four times.
Grimm on February 23, 2007 4:12 pm
Funny thing is, I had no idea we were trying for another baby. I just thought she really liked my deoderant or my new thong underwear.

Who knew?
Faith on February 23, 2007 8:53 pm
I’m so happy for you that you’ve decided to try for the second baby; I know (from previous posts) that it’s something you’ve been considering. As wonderful of a mother as you are I know the new baby will be very very lucky.

Also hotel sex is always a possibility even if you aren’t on vacation. Hire a sitter and go rent a nice hotel suite for the night. Go to dinner, dancing or a movie (whichever trips your switch) and then back to the hotel.

It really is more fun then it sounds. Promise.