So yesterday's topic of the "talk" of course lead to more sex talk...not in THAT way (get your minds out of the gutter, people) but I will say that my fellow blogger and I did have some sex-related conversations yesterday. The topics ran the gamut from the "talk" we were given at our Catholic elementary school (given by nuns of all people), to sex toy parties (my fellow blogger recently attended one such party with our MOTHER...not a place I want my brain to go) Which then of course lead back to the sex-related issue that parents DO that. Almost ALL parents do or have been known to do that....ewwww. EWWWW, EWWWW, EWWWW and EWWWW.
But if that in and of itself isn't bad enough, our parents know that WE do that. Not so much ewww as it is terrifying. My sisters and I are all in agreement that the most difficult, mortifying, embarassing things EVER was telling our father that we were pregnant. We may as well have walked right up to him, slapped him congenially on the back and said "HEY! Guess what your son-in-law and I did a few weeks ago?" Because we all know how babies are made (well, I use the term "all" very loosely here...I would think MOST of our readers have a vague idea...if you don't, go ask your mom) So basically by telling him of his impending grandparenthood, we fully admit to doing THAT. HOLY SHIT, my dad knows. Seeing as how there are 6 of us, my dad is more than aware of how he got his 10 grandchildren. Between my sisters and I, we have admitted to our father of our sexcapades NINE times now. My fellow blogger being the biggest hussy of all of us, but that's neither here nor there....I'm not keeping score, after all (slut).
But he KNOWS and that is mortifying. My husband has just laughed at me with each of my pregnancies, watching my hands shake and sweat beading up on my forehead and the mere thought of telling my dad what I DID. We have flat out admitted that we have in fact done "that". I am a slut, my sisters are sluts, and our father knows it.