Would I Rather Have a Strawberry Smoothie or Intercourse…Is This a Trick Question?

We're TTC "au natural" this month, due to our travels abroad. No matter, I think I remember how to do this: take BBT in the morning, track temperature…then get down like teenagers on prom night for a few days straight. (That's a metaphor. I was a paragon of virtue on my prom night, actually.)

On the final day or so of the cycle, I’m so sick of doing the dance of love that I'd rather have a nice breakfast instead. And that's the decision that I was faced with the other day. Primed for morning lovin', my husband and I lie there, trying to get up the mental strength (well, he was mentally ready, aren't they always?), and I just kept thinking about how much I wanted to get up and make myself a delicious banana strawberry smoothie in my new blender. Sigh. How have I become reduced to this? Something that some women have to go out on the town in stilettos (painful) just to get, I'd rather trade for a breakfast shake? It just isn't fair. Nevertheless, I did what I knew I had to do. (May my future children know the sacrifices I made for them. But not too much about them. That would be weird.) On the flipside, though, I did eventually get my smoothie, and it was awesome.