Grown women should not have to pee their pants. Also, orgasms rule.

Welcome to the season of giving… of giving germs back and forth… of sharing colds, and the giving of viruses.

I am sick, ya’ll.

I’ve also been blessed with the ability to birth giant babies.

Henceforth, I pee every time I cough or sneeze.

I’ve already changed my undies three times this morning.  I knew at some point I would have to deal with potty training, but I never thought I would be training myself.

Yes, I know… kegels kegels kegels…

But seriously, you have to squeeze a hundred times a day to make a difference, and with a toddler and newborn – I hardly remember to brush my teeth.  I’m freaking busy, people!

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Oh, you know where to put it.

My pelvic floor is gonna be a superhero.

The folks over at Intimina have developed a line if intimate wellness products, and among them is this Laselle Kegel Exerciser.

This little baby is slightly weighted and is worn discreetly during daily activities, i.e., running around like a headless chicken making sure everyone else is taken care of before myself.  This ball also causes “gentle kinetic vibrations to help prompt the pelvic floor muscles to respond as the wearer walks around”.

Here’s some of the benefits of using the exerciser:

  • Prevent and treat continence problems
  • Build muscles essential to pregnancy and delivery
  • Help speed recovery after labor
  • Ease the symptoms of menopause
  • ENHANCE YOUR ENJOYMENT OF INTIMATE ACTIVITIES

Did I accidentally capitalize that last one?

You can find the line of products online here at:

But you know what?

Because it’s the season of giving, and because I love my lady readers (and guys – trust me, a happy lady really is a gift for you too), Intimina is gonna give one of you a Laselle Kegel Exerciser (28g) plus a Feminine Moisturizer.  Make sure you go “like” them for being so awesome.

To enter, just go to my facebook page and leave this comment on my wall:

“I deserve super hero kegels!”

The giveaway is open until Tuesday, December 13th (midnight PST).

Because no woman should have to change her undies when she sneezes, coughs, or when someone says something really funny.

 

 

 

PS-  Orgasms rule.

* This post is sponsored by Intimina, and I was compensated accordingly.  Orgasms still rule.

 

 

 

Nothing takes the fun out of sex like trying to make a baby.

The stick said I was ovulating.

We were too freakin tired to have sex before bed… so we vowed to do it in the morning.

Me: (sleepily) What are you doing?

Hot Nerd:  I have to make a deposit.

Me: It’s too early.  Lets sleep a little while more.

HN: I have to go work.

Me: Ugh… okay.

HN:  Roll over.

Me: OW! I’m not ready.

HN: Sorry.

Me: No… the other way

HN: Like this?

Me: Yeah… this is the best baby making position.

HN: How do you know?

Me: I know lots of stuff.

HN: Okay.

Me: Just hurry up.

HN: I’m trying.

Me: Okay… good job. mmm hmm… yup

HN: This is just functional.

Me: Awesome.

HN: *exhale*

Me:  You’re done?

HN: (shoving pillow under my ass) Yeah… keep this… under you…and you know, keep your legs up.

Me: I know. I’m the one that started doing that.  I’m the one who knows.

HN: I gotta get in the shower and get to work.

Me:  Kay- morning. Love you.

HN: Make a baby. Keep your legs up.

Me: BYE.

HN: Call you later.  (leaves room)

Me: Mm hm.  (putting my legs down… going back to sleep)

The kicker is, 14 days ago… when I wasn’t ovulating… I was the biggest horn dog on the planet.

I also took a pregnancy test yesterday. It was one of those early results “five days before your period” ones.

It was ten days before my period.

It’s like you never listen to me.

I’m not saying I’m not crazy sometimes.
But I am saying I’m worth it.

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Written and directed by yours truly.

How to get into my pants.

I was going to call this post “How To Get Into A Woman’s Pants”, but then I realized that is very general, and women are different depending on personality, age, circumstances, etc.  Then I thought- okay I’ll call it “How To Get Into A Married Woman”s Pants”, but still too general, considering whether or not they have children, how many, how old, blah blah… But in general, I think men and women are very different. With guys, you get into their pants simply by unzipping them. I, however, need a little bit more.

In reality, this post is about how to get into my, personal pants. Someone who is married, staying at home with a child under 2, and exhausted most of the time. Although, ladies, if you feel the need to print it out and deliver it to your significant other- be my guest.

It’s funny how sometimes when you’re in a committed relationship for a long time, you start to take for granted that the sex will always be there. That you don’t have to work for it- or worse yet, that it is owed to you.

I admit to being a complicated gal, but there are some very simple things that will put me on the track to putting out.

  • Ask me how my day was. – That means you care. I realize that you actually have no idea what my days are like or what is going on in my life. That’s because you don’t ask. But there is a tricky part to this: you have to actually then listen when I tell you about my day. Nod, ask questions, feign interest- first date style. Actually that just leads me to my second point…
  • Listen when I speak. – No one likes to feel ignored. When I say anything (anything at all) I like to feel like I’m being heard. No grunting and nodding while playing with your iphone. Make eye contact!!  It is my personal opinion that men do not know how to multitask. If you are not looking at me and are doing something else, it is impossible that you’ve heard any of the words I just uttered.
  • If you use up the toilet paper, replace it with a fresh roll. – If I’ve had to drip dry, then I’m not feeling nice and fresh, which means you don’t get to go near what’s inside my underwear. If you don’t care about my vagina, why should I let you play with it.
  • Do something just for me. – Just a little something. Not something for the both of us, or for the family, or for the house… just me. I know you’re very busy, and there probably isn’t a lot of room on your list of “things to do” for me. But if there is no room for me on your list- there is probably no room for your penis in my vagina. PLEASE NOTE: the whole fresh roll of toilet paper thing doesn’t count here.
  • Get chatty. — If I haven’t seen you in a couple days, I wanna know what you’ve been up to. I need to feel close to you. Tell me you’ve missed me. I’m a stay at home mom- I don’t get a lot of adult conversation. Talk my ear off!! Then, maybe jump my bones.
  • Thank me. – Every once in a while, thank me for making you breakfast, lunch, and dinner. For ironing your clothes. For cleaning the house. For raising our son. I don’t get paid to do any of these things, so I should at least get some thanks. If  I feel like simply your maid or chef, I most certainly won’t feel like being your lover. (Unless there is a maid or chef costume involved, then- maybe).
  • Cuddle, damnit. – Hold me, touch me, caress me when you’re NOT TRYING TO GET INTO MY PANTS. There’s nothing hotter than knowing there is no motive behind a gentle touch.
  • Don’t make me feel like I owe it to you. — If I am not in the mood, don’t roll your eyes and sigh like when someone cuts you off on the highway. Just because I am your wife, it doesn’t mean I have to put out whenever you want it.  Perhaps ask if anything is wrong, or if I really am just too “exhausted”.  The ring on my finger is not connected to a nerve that leads directly to my clitoris.
  • Tell me I’m pretty. – Yes, I’m a girl and I like to hear it. Even when I don’t know how to graciously accept the compliment.
  • Let me get a freakin shower! – Volunteer to help with child watching in the morning so I can groom too. If I’m crusty and stinky, I’m not feeling sexy.
  • Magically create 1 hour in the day that I can have just to myself. — Okay, I know this last one may not be possible… but if it were, boy would we be doing it like bunnies.

For the most part, none of these things are hard to do. But I think sometimes, we get so caught up in the stress of our everyday lives, that it’s easy to forget simple things like eye contact, a thank you here and there, a gentle touch, common grooming…

Basically, don’t take me for granted. I’ve given up a lot to stay home and raise our family. I’m not asking for diamonds (although they are sparkly and pretty and I really, really like them). I just don’t want to feel that because we got married, it means we’re stuck with each other and you don’t have to care anymore.

The things listed above are about caring. Nothing makes me hornier than knowing that you love the crap outta me. If you can get most of them down… you’ll find I can be a bit of  a slut.

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