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"In case any of you men are reading, I&amp;#039;m going to give you a little insight into what happens when the sexy mama you married suddenly becomes a not so sexy mama. This is not meant as a bitch fest, wallow in self-pity party or let me make excuses essay. It&amp;#039;s simply a small slice of life that some of us women experience when the mouths on our once perky breasts have been replaced by the smaller mouths on our now sagging ones. Oh yeah, motherhood is that sexy. (But I wouldn&amp;#039;t change a thing.) If many of us could write a true and honest letter to our husbands, it might sound like this: &amp;quot;Dear husband - Are you flippin&amp;#039; out of your mind pointing that thing at me tonight?&amp;quot; Wait. Wrong letter. That&amp;#039;s the PMS &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve had no sleep I want to kill anything with a penis except my smoochy wooochy newborn son&amp;quot; letter. Here&amp;#039;s the more rational letter. &amp;quot;Dear husband - I love you. Seriously. Despite the can of formula I lobbied at your head this morning. You gave me the most precious gift ever. Unfortunately, another precious gift I could really use right now is sleep. Without it, I am resentful, tired, sometimes irrational and often ready to explode at whoever else, other than this beautiful child - wants my attention. If you haven&amp;#039;t figured it out by all the screaming (the baby&amp;#039;s and mine) tensions are kind of high. You work all day. When you come home, you want the woman that used to greet you at the door. Remember her? The one with the cute little outfit (if she wore one at all?) who couldn&amp;#039;t wait to get you into her bed? Well, guess what? Because of that little habit, we now have what&amp;#039;s lying in the room next to us. And from what I hear, they aren&amp;#039;t little forever. I&amp;#039;m hoping as I help this little thing to grow I&amp;#039;ll soon be able to help you grow, too. Word to the wise: It&amp;#039;s not going to happen overnight. Begging me for sex won&amp;#039;t help. No, not even with the word please or with flowers. But letting me sleep would be bitchin&amp;#039; deluxe. &amp;#039;What&amp;#039;s in it for you?&amp;#039; you might ask. Absolutely nothing right now. But I promise that if you can give me a break in any way you can, I&amp;#039;ll break you back in as soon as I can. PS: Calling me Mommy isn&amp;#039;t going to help your big seduction plan of 2009. I have a name. And a back. Could ya give a girl a scratch? Love you, poopsies. Oooh, speaking of poop, baby needs a diaper! Could ya be a sport? Ah, you&amp;#039;re the...&amp;quot; .....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz From a woman who is finally getting her vavoom back, I promise all you new moms out there (and lonely husbands) it gets better. It really does. Until then, there&amp;#039;s a hell of a lot of good TV out there! Hang tight and be nice to each other. (If not for yourselves, for the baby!)  "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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