Why ovulation sex sucks

Monty’s pregnant, but ‘having fun trying’ she was not…

So I’m with child, up the duff, sprog bound, eating for two, got a bun in the oven. Or as most simply say… pregnant.

After having a miscarriage mid last year this is a truly welcomed bub. When the ‘pregnant’ sign sprung up 13 weeks ago on the good old stick, I was rapt. Naturally a little anxious but also ready for my belly to get massive and my boobs to burst (into a B cup, come on please grow to a B).

I must be honest though, the process to get this mini human inside me was so terribly un-romantic.

My son Bax, who is now two, was not unplanned but not really planned either. It was one of those super lucky times where we said “maybe we should have a baby?” and then it felt like all of a sudden we were. The experience was painless, fun even. There was no pressure.

This time around though, especially after losing one pregnancy I managed to turn falling pregnant into a full time job. I knew when I was ovulating almost to the second. I licked my ‘Maybe Baby’ more times than is socially acceptable and I found us falling into the strict calendar ‘love making’ routine. Too much info?

My baby daddy was naturally delighted with the prospect of the bedroom activity when we decided to breed again. In his mind it would be the bonk fest of the century. We would go at it like teens and it would be wildly wonderful and super duper sexy.

It was anything but. Purposeful bonking is the most unromantic activity ever. Ovulation sex put simply, sucks.

I truly wanted to make it a  fun and sexy process. In my mind I was going to turn into a wild sexy minx and impress my man with some limber new moves I’d magically pull out from nowhere. But, as soon as the ferns on my Maybe Baby sprung (ferns mean ovulating) my mind clicked into business gear. Instead of whispering naughtiness in his ear,  I would yell from the bedroom ‘lets do thisssss nowwwww’. For some reason that didn’t rock his socks.

During the ovulation duration he also heard,  “So I kinda want to put fake tan on today, I think we should just go do it now”, and “After you finish that piece of pizza let’s do it, I’m ovulating again”.  I thought guys liked to do it no matter what?.  Apparently Pizza eating foreplay isn’t for everyone.


I know I’m not alone in this area, when most women decide they want a baby they find it hard to think about much else. Stressy sex schedules are penned in and with each ‘not pregnant’ test result, the tension grows. I don’t have all the answers to make this process less stressful. I have just been through it in full unromantic force. However, if I could re-do this whole baby making process there is maybe a few things I would do differently.

I wouldn’t attack it like a solo mission. There were clearly two of us involved in this  but I took it all on myself like most dames do. I became was the ‘bossy’  boss of this baby making caper. I realise how unfair this was to my partner and that I should have enrolled him a little more in the process instead of  just  demanding he ‘get his pants down’. Since it’s a team sport I should have been more of a team player.

I would have turned the pizza foreplay into something a little more attractive. I don’t know, maybe even something like a kiss AND not mentioning the word ‘ovulation’ ten times before each rendezvous.

I would have been kinder to myself and my body. Trusted a little more in the whole process. I totally acknowledge falling pregnant isn’t as easy or straight forward for everyone, but I had fallen pregnant twice before and I should have trusted my body a little more. I truly think stress slowed down the process and made it way less enjoyable.

And when the last thing I felt like was getting naked, I should have done what every person in their right mind should do, and put on a little Barry White.

Take it away Baz… And happy baby-making, everyone!

Do you relate? What’s the craziest thing you did when you were trying to get pregnant?

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