Apparently there are people who can just enjoy the moment and focus on one thing at a time, and don't get all distracted by thoughts of other stuff or I wonder if it's cold outside and hey, look, a squirrel!
So this morning Nick awoke all amorous and I had this fleeting thought of how far past potential ovulation we are. And then I reminded myself that task-based sex does not a happy marriage make.
In fact, if you want to turn one of the funner things on the planet into drudgery, go ahead and make a schedule. And stick to it.
And then send your husband calendar items with notes attached like, "Hold for DOING IT. NO conference calls!"
But sometimes you have to remember that it used to be fun, and you love your husband, and you've got a wee bit of time before you have to get up.
And so you go with it.
And then you cuddle up all schmoopy and husband says, "This is such a warm, comfortable bed."
And you say, "I know. I wish we could live here."
But then you remember some terrible article you read about a morbidly obese man who was basically confined to his bed because he just couldn't get up.
And so you say, "It sounds good, but then think about the obese man who was stuck in bed surrounded by roast chicken carcasses."
At which point your husband, who was having a fine time basking in the happy, is likely to recoil and say, "No. I just...no."