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Thursday, November 22, 2012

Thankful

For S and our marriage.  Despite our ups and downs, I am so thankful he has chosen to stick with me, for better or worse.

For E.  I cannot put into words how much I love her, and how much better my life has been since she has been a part of it.

For my job, and that we are in a financial situation which allows me to be home with E most days of the week.  It is such a blessing and I am so grateful for this time with her.

For my health, and my family's health.

For my family.

For our friends who feel like family.

I am truly blessed.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Here We Go Again

Well, I was looking forward to writing a triumphant post about how I was finally overcoming my vaginismus. S and I were finally able to have sex last Wednesday, and while it wasn't as good for me as it has been in the past, I wasn't in pain and my body didn't lock up.  I was so relieved and thrilled to finally think I was getting that part of my life back.

After we had sex last week, S's mood completely changed and the tension that had existed between us for the better part of the past year seemed to have lifted.  S and I had the best week we've had in a long time, and I felt like I did back before all of this happened, back when he and I were still so happy.

Until now.

Tonight, I feel like we took a major step backwards.  S has been talking and not-so-subtlely hinting about sex for the past few days and when it didn't happen tonight, he completely shut down and went back to giving me the silent treatment.

I feel so defeated.  I HATE feeling pressured to have sex, like I have to do it just to keep him happy.  We have discussed this at length, and I have also spent a lot of time working through this in therapy.  But tonight, all of S's talk about sex and then his pouting when it didn't happen makes me feel like sex is all he cares about, like he doesn't even care about how hard I have worked to get here, or how long it took me get back to a place where I could even physically have sex, much less actually want to do it and be excited about it. Its like he forgets/doesn't care about how great our life together is in every other area because he is just so fixated on the frequency of our sex life.

I am just venting now, I guess.  I am just so, so sad to be back here again.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Life...

Has really gotten in the way of blogging this week!

This past weekend, we spent 12+ hours in the car driving to my hometown, then my college town, for my alma mater's Homecoming.  It was the first time all of my college friends and I had been able to get together in two years, so it was really great to see them again.  It was also the first time most of them got to meet E, which was awesome.  The trip was exhausting, but a blast, and I'm so glad we went.  However, I still don't feel like I've recovered! haha  I've really been dragging all week.

Monday I had to work at my part-time job at the government agency, Tuesday and Wednesday I was home with E, but doing some work for a legal client and trying to reclaim our house from the tornado that apparently went through while we were out of town.  (HA! I wish I could blame a tornado, that would be less embarassing...)

I was also FINALLY able to drop our car off to be repaired from the car accident we were in last month, and in its place we were given the most ridiculous, tiny rental car ever... not so good when I'm 5'8 and S is 6'3!  It is a Ford Fiesta, and is seriously stupid tiny.  I hate it so much and can't wait to get our car back!

Yesterday I worked again at my part-time job, and tried to spend a little time with E and S before falling asleep around 8:00 p.m.

I don't know if it's because E has been teething and not sleeping so well, or because I feel like I might be getting sick, but I have just not been able to keep my eyes open this week.  I get home, eat dinner, turn on the t.v., and I'm out.  I hate it, and I can tell S is getting annoyed too because we haven't had much "together" time this week due to us being busy and me being exhausted.

So, that is where I've been.  I hope things will slow down and that I can return to being a better blogger next week!

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

And Now for Something Completely Different

(Bonus points for anyone who gets the reference!)

But in all seriousness, there is something very personal that has been weighing on me heavily, I just haven't been sure of how or whether to bring it up on this blog.  But I have decided to, 1) because blogging has always been very therapeutic for me, 2) because I have felt so ashamed and alone in this, and I hope that by putting this out there that maybe I can help someone else in a similar situation, and 3) because this is my blog, and if I can't be honest here, then what's the point?

That said, the rest of this post is probably NSFW.

Ok... here goes.  This post will probably be long and may jump around a bit, but I need to get it out so bear with me.

As I alluded in a previous post, S and I have been struggling in the sex department.  For awhile.  As in, we haven't successfully had sex since E was born.  (She will be 10 months old next week.)  And it is ruining our marriage.

In July, I was diagnosed with vaginismus.  For those of you afraid to click that link (it is a medical page, I promise!), vaginismus is the involuntary contracting/spasming of the pelvic floor muscles when you attempt to insert something into the vagina, which causes insertion to be extremely painful or even impossible.  Some people have it their whole lives, only to discover it the first time they attempt sex (primary vaginismus); for others, it can develop later after a previously successful sex life (secondary vaginismus).  Mine is obviously secondary vaginismus, since I was successful in getting pregnant with my daughter.

I'm not really sure when my vaginismus began, or what the triggering event was, but sex started becoming a problem for me when I got pregnant with E.  I suspect the seeds were planted during our struggles to get pregnant -- we lost four pregnancies before E, and during that time I endured a lot of invasive, painful, and humiliating exams and procedures while trying to determine what was wrong.  When I finally did get pregnant with E, I was put on progesterone suppositories which, anyone who has ever used them will tell you, are extremely messy and do not make you feel sexy AT ALL.  I was also extremely sick during my first and part of my second trimesters, and I was absolutely terrified that any physical activity would "shake the baby loose" or cause us to lose yet another pregnancy.  Then, once the all-day-sickness subsided and I began finally feeling more confident in the possibility of a successful pregnancy, we tried having sex again, and it HURT.  We made several attempts during pregnancy before giving up, resigned to the fact that we would just have to do other things until E made her exit.

Once E was born and we were cleared for post-baby sexy times, we tried again.  Again, I was in searing, burning, excruciating pain.  This time, we thought maybe I just hadn't yet fully healed from the delivery, or maybe I was just dry from breastfeeding.

Multiple more failed attempts led to a trip to my OB/GYN.  He told me I had healed just fine, that it was just dryness from breastfeeding, and gave me (an extremely expensive) tube of estrogen cream to use, which he assured me would make me all better.

Spoiler alert:  it didn't.

S and I struggled through the next few months, trying to connect in "other ways" and thinking maybe it would just take time for the cream to work.  It never did.  S was incredibly patient, but sex and all things related became such a source of tension for us that even non-intercourse relations became difficult for me.  S started becoming distant and would become so frustrated with me some days that he would barely speak to me.  It was terrible (and some days, it still is).

Finally, in July, S and I had a huge fight that seriously made me question whether our marriage would survive this.  That was the kick I needed to make another appointment with my OB/GYN.  S had already suggested to me that maybe I was having pelvic floor spasms, so I went prepared to ask my doctor about that.  At the appointment, my doctor was so frustrating -- he acted as if he just couldn't believe the estrogen cream didn't fix me, and like my pain was all in my head.  Never once did he suggest any other possibilities, and I had to literally ask him if maybe I could be having pelvic floor spasms and could he refer me to someone else.  He finally agreed to refer me to a specialist in our town, but I still don't think he believes me.

Thankfully, I was able to get into the specialist within the week, and at our first appointment she quickly diagnosed me with vaginismus.  She suggested I begin pelvic floor therapy, which includes Kegle exercises, electroshock therapy (not as terrifying as it sounds -- essentially, TENS for your vagina), and the use of medical dilators to help me control the spasms and get my body comfortable with the idea of sex again.

So far, these treatments seem to be helping me physically, and my physical therapy appointments are getting easier.  However, I am still a complete head case when it comes to any kind of intimacy with S.  Any kind of remotely-sexual touching makes me extremely anxious and causes me to tense up so badly I can feel my entire body lock up.  Obviously this is very distressing to both me and S, so I made the decision to visit a counselor who deals with sexual dysfunction issues to see if we can't get to the root of the problem and fix me once and for all.  My first (mental) therapy appointment is tomorrow and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous.  However, I am so tired of dealing with this and am desperate to get better and save my relationship with S, so I know this is what I need to do.

Ahhh!  Well, there you have it.  My big dark secret.

And wow, that got really long.  I'm sorry for dumping all of this on you when my blog has been relatively lighthearted thus far, but I have to admit it feels better to get everything out there.  As I said at the beginning of my post, I feel so ashamed and alone that I just don't know who to talk to.  I feel like I can't tell anyone in real life what is going on, because they wouldn't understand, and because they know both me and S and it would be weird to let them in on such an intimate problem.  So, instead, I am dealing with it the healthy way... by giving all of the juicy details to internet strangers!

If you are still reading, thank you for sticking with me while I talked this out.  I'm sure I will be talking about all of this more in the future, as I'm afraid I will have a long road to recovery ahead of me. 

And if anyone reading this has had similar issues and overcome them, I would love to hear from you.  If you don't feel comfortable posting in the comments, you can email me at sahattorney@gmail.com.  And if anyone reading this is going through something similar, please, know you are not alone.  If you would like to talk, I would love to hear from you as well. 

And now... I think I have said enough.  Good night, my dear readers.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Foiled again

So tonight, S and I had plans to spend some time "together".  We've been having a rough time in that department for quite some time now (more on that in a future post), and have really been making an effort lately to spend more time just the two of us.

Of course E had other plans.  Another night of screaming-for-an-entire-hour-when-nothing-is-wrong-instead-of-going-to-bed-on-time.

SO FRUSTRATING!


I am so over this.

Friday, August 31, 2012

A Brief History of... Me

From a young age, I always knew I wanted to be an attorney.  I worked hard in high school, then college, so I could get into my #1 choice law school.  I worked in law firms and interned with judges.  I succeeded at getting accepted to my #1 choice law school.  I moved to my new city to start school and soon met my now-husband, S.  We were married two years later.  I graduated law school but couldn't find a job.  S started medical school.  I found a job. We bought a house.

Life was good.

Then we decided to have a baby. 

After nearly two years, one miscarriage, and three very early pregnancy losses, we finally welcomed our daughter E in 2011.   With her arrival, my priorities did a complete 180.  No longer did I want to go to work every day, I only wanted to be with her.  At the time, I was working at a government agency with little hope for advancement, high potential for burnout, and not much of a paycheck.  I could not stand the thought of leaving E with a stranger every day, just so I could go off to this meaningless job.

After a few months of financial finagling, S agreed we could afford for me to quit my full-time job to work part-time and spend more time with E.  I was thrilled!  At the same time, I was approached by an acquaintance from law school about starting a law practice with her.  I thought this was finally my chance to "have it all" -- to be my own boss, work from home, and be able to have as much time with E as I wanted.  Unfortunately, for reasons I won't get into here, the partnership didn't work out, and I ended up quitting several months in.

Back to square one.

Now, I'm back to working two days per week at the same government agency, and spending the rest of my days with E and practicing law from home.  It was a long road to get here, but I can finally say that I truly have the best of both worlds, and that there is no where else I'd rather be.

Welcome to my blog.