So it’s progesterone suppositories time here in these parts, which marks the official beginning of “Don’t even think about touching me” time. J is handsy, self-admittedly. This is a challenging time for us both–him facing lots of rejection, me doing all the rejecting and feeling so gross and like a bad wife.
I have found a solution.
Last night, I made one of the greatest decisions of my life: I purchased myself a slanket.
Though you may be more familiar with this particular item under its trademarked name, mine is a generic pink blanket with sleeves, and it is amazing. Being someone who is constantly cold, I often rocked the blanket dress (a blanket wrapped around the body, not unlike a sarong). J seemed to have no qualms with the blanket dress.
The slanket, on the other hand…
His exact words were “I want a divorce” (pretty sure he was kidding…).
Guess what I’ll be rocking for the next two weeks while we wait out the progesterone period?
Also, I’ve had the craziest farts today (TMI, perhaps, but we’re all friends here, right?). I’ve had cramps for the past few days with pinches on my left side. It’s way past ovulation, so I don’t know what all that’s about, and now today I’m bloated and super gassy. That’s keeping J at bay, as well.
So there are your tips for today, ladies. Having trouble keeping your husband’s paws off you? Here’s your plan of attack:
1. Buy a slanket. Embrace your new cult member-like appearance. Store used Kleenex in the pocket.
2. Develop stomach curdling gas, to the point that you can barely stand it, either.
3. Thank me later for such great tips.
-Slanket-lovin’, rootin’ tootin’ Regular Van.