I must be brilliant.
Seriously. I mean, clearly I have ALL the answers. My husband seems to think so since he's constantly asking questions.
-Is he hungry?
-Is he in pain?
-What is WRONG with him?
-What is wrong with YOU?
-Are we ever going to have sex again?
My friends tell me that a baby's first year is really hard on a marriage. It's normal. I'm trying to be reassured.
In the mean time, he amazes me. Only in a man's mind can the same conversation contain both "I dread coming home to you" and "I want to have sex with you" and not seem odd.
So let's be clear- he doesn't like me very much but he'd like to fuck me more. Makes perfect sense to me.
To be fair- he's not without a point. I'm cranky. I can give 100 reasons why. I'm worried about Robbie all the time. I don't sleep. Probably partly a little PPD. And frankly, I don't get enough help.
But when I'm flying off the handle because both sinks are full of dishes there's a problem. Don't sweat the small stuff, you know?
So we talked.
I'm not sure anything was really resolved.
He still refuses to help at night. He says he can't because he's too tired for work and falls asleep in meetings.
I tell him to turn the World of Warcraft off and go to bed earlier. He balked.
I explained that I've almost got a negative libido. He tried to compromise. I balked.
I'm sure eventually things will get better. The good news is that we still love each other. We just don't like each other much right now.
Marital bliss abounds.