As alluded to in last night's entry, this has been quite a week of firsts for me. This is my first blog page, for example, and I just wrote my first bit of HTML code in practice for building a new Oxfordshire Girlguiding website. I am also - for the first time that I can remember - totally and utterly blocked up, thanks to the codeine tablets that are part of my operation after care. After three days, I can't work out whether the discomfort in my abdominal area is actually bruising from the op, or just pure hyper extension of the bowels!
While I wait for the bear to come home with some laxatives, I ponder that marriage is truly a wonderful thing! The body gives up its secrets over time, and you end up with an initmate knowledge of parts of your partner that they don't even want to know! In an episode of SATC yesterday, Carrie practically had a nervous breakdown over accidentally letting out a tiny little gaseous emission in front of Mr Big. Lady, you would just die in this house!
I might be totally wrong - and if the bear leaves me in a couple of years citing cruelty to the olfactory senses, I'll be the first to retract this statement, but it seems to me that this peculiar kind of base intimacy is part of what bonds you together to the exclusion of all others. It's so great to have someone I can talk to openly about everything and anything (believe me, when trying for a baby for so long, there are some really gross biological phenomena to discuss) and with whom I can be entirely comfortable about the realities of my own body, from unwanted to hair to unwanted air!
So, while Carrie et al might not approve of such utter abandon of one's bodily secrets, I think it's actually not such a bad thing. How can you expect a relationship to work if you're forever trying to project a perfect persona? At the very least it puts pressure on the other party to be perfect too, and then neither can ever be truly comfortable with the other.
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