Dh is at a christmas party... and I'm trying to use the next two hours as an opportunity to get some perspective (and trying to avoid making ill-advised upset phonecall). Apols in advance if TMI.
By way of background, we've been married for ten years. We've had 'life' ups and downs (work, money, bereavement etc) - but we've always been very happy as a couple.
I'm four months pregnant with my second child. I've not been feeling well. Had a big dip in sex drive. We've kept doing it quite enjoyably a couple of times a week.
Dh says the 'glitches' we've had since are unrelated to my pregnancy - but i can't help but notice that I had none of these concerns before I got pregnant.
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Work - Dh has been stressed about work. Getting irritated about it, put upon. Did three weekends one month (compared to one in the last three years), staying late. We've had a chat - he promises it will become better.
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Dh told me a couple of weeks ago that he'd developed a bit of a 'thing' for a girl at work. He blamed it on work being stressful. I kind of initially said 'oh, it happens, I;m glad someones keeping you cheerful'. I was a bit more thrown when he said "I'm going to invite her for coffee and clear the air - tell her everything - I'd feel better that way".
I'm shocked we've gone from there never having been another woman on the scene in any sense, to an infatuation.
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He seems to have had a step up in sex drive at the same time I had a step down
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We had a bit of a heart to heart, and he said he felt i wans;t finding him as attractive, since I'd been passive during sex. We smoothed it over - but he mentioned masturbating and then not climaxing during sex. Which was a bit .
We'd kind of talked all this stuff over, decided on a way forward. All nice, nice, poor us both under so much pressure.
One of my oldest friends is coming to visit over the w'end. Dh said something along the lines of "We always have sex when she comes to stay - because XX is not very good at covering up and you can see her lacy bra.
I'm a bit slack jawed - it's very out of character for him, and in ten years I've barely had so much as a 'I think that girl is fit' out of him. I have this weird parallel universe feel about this all - like it's not us because it's so unlike us.
If anyone is still reading: here is the nub of the problem.
The way that I'm feeling at the moment, after the last comment, I feel like I just don't want to have sex at all anymore. I feel weirdly blackmailed my the coincidence of me having a drop in sex drive and us developing this whole suite of sexual dysfunction from absolutely nowhere. On the converse, I feel that pushing him away is unlikely to solve anything. Somewhere deep down I feel like a bit of a baby for not being more pragmatic, but somehow i can't do the 'lie back and think of England' thing. If I'm upset, I'd just cry.
Sorry for horribly long rambly post.
Anyone got any fast advice?