I dream of cream (pies)
ovulation sex and the body as vernacular in committed relationships
I got my period this morning. When I mentioned it to my husband, he said, “I knew you would.”
This wasn’t an insight he got from an app. I use one, but he isn’t interested in monitoring me in that way. He has his own methods.
“Yeah, your consistency was different last night,” he said.
My husband notices things like the feeling of my vaginal wall on his penis, the texture of my secretions, and my scent. When I first got pregnant nearly six years ago, he knew before I did because I “smelt maternal.”
He knew before me because, back then, I wasn’t as tuned in to my body. And when I was, I wasn’t aware that the physical changes echoed through my whole system – into my mind, my cravings, my (dis)interests.
Like how, now, when I’m ovulating, I can say, “I feel very horny.”
And he says, “Oh?”
And I say, “I’m ovulating.”
And he says, “And?”
And I say, “It makes me want to be pounded and came in.”
It was true, this cycle. I even got horny pushing mascarpone into strawberries, where I’d carved out the stem. That day, I initiated this exact conversation.
My husband said, “Ok, go on.”
“You want me to say more?”
“No,” he said. “Go.” He nodded toward the bedroom, with our unmade bed and the morning light.
