Thank goodness the sex is over. I mean, not over, obviously, but the incessant need to have sex is gone, which is good, because I prefer my sex to not be a frantic need. A desperate urge is about the most I can tolerate.
I don't think I've ever been quite so relieved to be crampy and pissy.
It's a very odd feeling.
Congratulations Jean and Bruce. I hope you guys both stay safe and healthy. Everybody's knocked up except me. Not that I'm complaining.