Sex

Well, I made it a month. 🙂 Not quite the recommended six weeks, but I feel totally fine and healed and Noah looked so fucking good last night that I didn’t want to wait any longer.

It was amazing. It obviously felt really good after a month of waiting, but more than that, I just had this crazy flood of emotions and I’m honestly still reeling from it. I just realized as I was kissing him, and fucking him, that I love him so much more than I did a few weeks ago. That I now have this permanent bond to him, knowing he’s the only one in the world who loves my baby as much as I do. That he’s the person I’m going to fall asleep with and wake up to for the rest of our lives.

I fucking cried (afterward, at least, not during). I felt really dumb for actually crying after sex, but he didn’t seem to mind.

Not much more to say about it, I guess. I’m a happy girl today.