Everyone's gone a bit sex-mad on MN, so I thought I'd change my name and risk humiliation to try and sort my life out. Basically, my husband and I haven't done it since I got pregnant with ds (he's now seven months). When I was pregnant, I really hated it, to the point where I would actually get panicky and tearful when we tried. And now, I just can't be arsed. Ds is a difficult child (or I'm a crap mother. Or both) and so by the end of the day, I just want to read a book quietly, or have a bath. I hate my body, I'm knackered, ds does not sleep for more than three hours at a time, the house is a tip, and having sex seems to me like torture. Hypocritically, I hate the fact that my husband doesn't ever attempt anything of that nature. It's like he doesn't find me even remotely attractive anymore. We've talked about it, and always go "oh well, we'll do it this week", but one or the other always finds an excuse. Otherwise, we're happy - and he's an excellent dad, very hands-on. But this issue just makes me feel so depressed (already on ADs for PND), and I'm not sure if our marriage can be saved.
And if any smug "we're at it three times a night, even with a two-day-old baby in the room - we just fancy each other so much" says anything about how pathetic I am, I will not be responsible for my actions.