"I was six months pregnant with our first child when my husband and I moved into our house. We used to drive through the neighborhood before the house was even for sale, in love with how many people were out and about, neighbors in each other's driveways, kids on bikes, people walking their dogs - it just had a good vibe."
"We were hoping to have some families our age nearby, especially since we didn't have any family of our own nearby, but on our street of six houses, we were the youngest by 30 years. On both sides of us were widows who had been living there since the 1970s, and across from us was an elderly couple who were the first on the street to move in. They were kind and lovely and asked me daily about how I was feeling during my pregnancy."
"Because not long after giving birth, I realized quickly that sex was the lowest priority of my life. My husband and I had a very healthy sex life; all the way through trying to get pregnant and pregnancy, nothing ever felt off. We were always in sync with each other and really enjoyed having sex, but I was not prepared for how much having a baby would throw all of that into whack."
They moved into a friendly neighborhood while six months pregnant, drawn to its lively, communal atmosphere. The couple hoped for nearby families but found themselves the youngest by thirty years among long-term, elderly neighbors. The older neighbors were kind, attentive during pregnancy, and ultimately provided the communal support described as a "village." After the baby arrived, sex became the lowest priority for the mother, and attempts to schedule intimacy around exhaustion and naps failed. The couple had had a healthy, in-sync sex life before the baby, and they missed each other and their intimacy deeply. The village later saved their sex life.
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