My wife and I are trying to conceive. For 21 months. Yeah. In fertility treatment, in "unexplained, nothing wrong" category. On second round of IUI.
If you've been through this, you know what I mean. If you haven't, well-- you see, in order to have a baby, you have to have sex. Sure, everyone knows the basics. This goes there, and done. Except the "done" part isn't that easy. There's timing involved. You've got a narrow 2-3 day window of chance every 28 days. Except you don't know exactly which 2-3 days. It's in the middle somewhere. There are indicators in body temperature. There are things you can pee on to find out. Or if you're "lucky", you're in fertility treatments and get to give blood at 7am every day until you get a green light. (For the record, my wife is needlephobic. So I'm there every morning holding her hand. She is brave. That is one of the reasons I love her.)
So since there's this narrow and uncertain window, you basically figure out when the "range of opportunity" is and, well-- carpetbomb her insides with sperm. =)
Hence, mandatory fun day. You get to have condomless sex with the woman you love. It's fun, for sure. You just have no choice about it.
Her last cycle ended about a week ago. We had our fun. We also had two rounds of IUI (Intrauterus insemination-- the turkey baster method, basically). Won't know yay or nay until at least Tuesday. After each cycle, we're both usually "worn out". Her especially since there's doctor mandated fertility meds that, well-- no sex is a side effect.
But for some reason this cycle, maybe it's spring, maybe it's the lack of stress in my new job (old job = rant for another day), who knows-- but I'm actually hoping for some extra circulars this weekend. For safety sake, doctor's orders, we can't do any sort of penetration. And usually I'm in the "thank fuck for that!" mood. But this weekend I'll test the waters and see what she's up for. Being a pleaser, I have no problem returning the favor (or pre-emptively "paying" for it) with a nice, long, relaxing massage.
Plans, plans, plans.