6 weeks

There is a certain joy that comes with you reaching 6 weeks postpartum, and it’s also accompanied by an indescribable sense of reassurance that you’re doing a great job especially if you are a first-time mommy. Then again, every milestone is worth celebrating to you because you can’t help but beam with pride as a parent over your child’s achievements. We all know the other issue that will be looming over the parents at this point in time, getting back to riding the pony.

The theory of functionalism comes to mind when I think about the 6 weeks postpartum abstinence “rule”, during my college days someone said that sex workers are functional in the society because how can a man be expected to go without sex for so long and still function normally. Needless to say, this sparked an interesting debate that lasted for over 2 hours and continued outside of the lecture room.

The last time we hit the sack before our bundle of joy arrived was early November, I was only due in January but on that particular afternoon my body gave in and I dislocated my hip which led us to come to the conclusion that there would be no more hanky-panky until I had given birth. This technically meant that we would be hands off of each other for 13 weeks and with the way my pregnancy hormones were set during that period, keeping my hands to myself was going to be harder for me than it was going to be for my husband.

Still, I couldn’t help but think of the excuse that had been given for why a men would step out and engage in coitus with a sex worker. I mean wouldn’t one be afraid of contracting something and then dying whilst the child is still young or infecting the mother and in turn the child? To each his own I suppose. Do people really wait until the 6 weeks is up or once you are all healed up you jump right back in?

Do you remember the excitement you had the first time you decided to engage in intercourse? That excitement that comes with fear and a bucket load of anxiety. Postpartum sex is almost like that, the difference being that you already know how amazing sex is and you’re anxious about how it will be like this time around, will it hurt, will you be windy, will you get aroused, will you still be tight and a whole lot of other questions that if you are not careful of you might end up thinking twice about getting your freak on.

As for the excitement part of it, it’s also a whole new level, as you remember the feel of your lover’s touch, the sensation of each caress as he allows himself to relearn the contours of your body and the pleasurable pain of desire throbbing with each passing second. OH Lord just thinking of it sends a tingling down your spine as the anticipation grows.

I thought I knew pleasure, little did I know that, that which I thought knew was the furthest thing from the true definition of the word.I don’t know if it was the culmination of both longing and want that had me singing hallelujah but one thing I am sure of is that postpartum sex is AMAZING. His saddle was already strapped and like they say about riding, it all comes back to you.

Now I could go on about how amazing it is but remember, at the very same moment your little munchkin has also just been given 2 injections for reaching this milestone and his crying spells are the loudest than you ever thought possible. So you’re also making sure you climax before they wake up because ignoring that wailing is not possible. So it ends up like stolen moments of pleasure which like all things forbidden makes the whole experience even more memorable.

Well I might be wrong, but with all the pampering and spoiling I’ve been receiving these past couple of days I am sure that the feeling was definitely mutual. Even more memorable for him, I’ve caught him looking at me with a love struck smile plastered on his face. I guess Sanelisiwe, we really are content.