i fucked around enough in my 20s and 30s but now i'm married. pretty sure i'm the only guy who has nutted in her, and even that was our wedding night.
the sex is great it's just everything else is just such a fucking hassle.
>gotta get the special blanket
>gotta get the lingerie
>only at night

its just so...i dont even know. it's great sex but the spontaneity is barely existent. i really just want to fuck her while she's wearing leather boots but muh shoes on bed. might just suggest buying a pair just for the bedroom.
she'll be a great mom but the fucking OCD shit is just a block of ice to the balls

last week was fucking awful. Monday, probably an hour after I posted, my wife called me from her appointment bawling and i knew immediately shit was fucked. our little peanut stopped growing three weeks ago. they call it a silent miscarriage. it hit us crazy hard because there were no warning signs at all. to make it even worse, tomorrow is her birthday. i didn't even have a drink until Saturday because i didn't know if I would go into a tailspin. i had an in-person interview the next day and the whole time it just felt like static - if you've ever withdrawn from opiates you know the feeling. Just numb. Especially since i was pushing harder and harder lately because of the little guy. the good news is that because it was a chromosome issue it took a painful as hell decision out of our hands. She's gotta go back to the hospital next week and then in a month we should be good to try again.
On the good side - the interview went well. It ended up being a 5v1 but the recruiter called me back before I even got home to tell me I'm moving on to the final stage and they really liked me.
Cardio is going well. I'm losing weight and the gains are not going away. I'm gonna bump that up to 6k next week. The hard part will be maintaining cardio gains in winter.
i miss that little peanut