BD – or Baby Dance – refers to sex.
Well not really. Sex is that wonderful thing you did with your most beloved husband before you were trying to conceive. It was romantic and sweet, or passionate and sweaty. It was spontaneous. It made you sigh. It made you giggle. It made you scream (in a good way).
The Baby Dance is a whole new world. BD is like filing your taxes. It is compulsory. You try really hard to make it romantic and passionate but there is no denying the elephant in the room…
This is not spontaneous,
This is scheduled.
Of course you love your DH and enjoy sex but it feels false because there is an ULTERIOR MOTIVE. You can’t deny it. All else aside, the only reason you are coming on to him is that your OPK (ovulation predictor kit) says it’s “go time.” Now you’re caresses and moans seem (even if they’re not) contrived…acted out. This isn’t about pleasure (even if it feels good) this is about getting sperm A into slot B. RIGHT NOW.
Oh, yeah and then again tomorrow and the day after.
It doesn’t seem to matter that your marriage is blessed with a happy and passionate sex life. Even if you are insatiable sex fiends. Even if you pull out all the stops to make it a night of explosive love making.
It’s not…
It’s just the Baby Dance.
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