I’ve never been big on dressing up in corsets and stockings. Probably a combination of growing up in a winter climate where houses are too cold to parade around in almost nothing…and a poor body image. My pear shaped body means tiny breasts don’t fill up the bustier cup and my ample thighs become muffin tops bulging over stay-up stockings.

Not quite the sexy look I was going for.

However, until I had my son, I was always big on lacy sets of bra and matching panties. At least I could wear them under my clothes and thereby get my money’s worth—unlike said muffin top stockings.

So there I was this weekend, freshly showered, ovulating and my son tucking into his long afternoon nap, when quite surprisingly I thought, “Wouldn’t it be fun to put on my black lacies?”

Pulling open the underwear drawer, I dug the black set out from the very back, dusted them off and put them on. Took a curious look in the mirror. Not bad, not bad at all. Much better than the cotton ugly things that I swore in my twenties I would never wear and have reluctantly adopted.

I headed towards my husband who was watching TV on the couch…but stopped midstride. Intellectually I understand offering myself up in lacy underwear is a no-brainer, sure bet for sex. Emotionally though, I’m still not comfortable “presenting” my post baby body. Yes, yes, yes, I’m back to my original weight and other than smaller more saggy breast (ugh!) I look pretty much the same as pre-baby.

Nevertheless, went back to my closet and unearthed a beautiful shear black robe. Put it on and thought, “This feels luscious.” Pushed away any self consciousness and instead allowed myself to feel all girly and—dare I say it—princess’y as I pranced in front of the mirror a few times. Marveling at just how something so simple could transform how I saw my body for the better.

After a few minutes of indulgent admiration, practicality smacked me upside the head and warned I could wait no longer. Nap time was counting down. I bucked up my courage and headed towards my husband nervous and excited. Amazed that even though we’ve seen each other naked maybe thousands of times and I get nervous putting myself in this situation.

I was about 10 feet away (and still out of sight from my husband) when I heard my son cry. Stood for a minute to make sure it wasn’t a fake cry. Nope, he was up.

Time for “Plan B”. Would grab my son and sashay in front of my husband because: (a) it is a fun way to tease him; (b) also to let him know that I made an effort to initiate some fun sex so he better not nag at me anytime soon.

As I went to get my son, Murphy’s Law struck again. I looked out the window and saw my mom coming up the walk. ACK! What’s she doing here?

Plan C. Ran to the bedroom, threw off the robe tried to get my newly moisturized legs into stiff jean legs. Put on my t-shirt backwards and answered the door. Ushered in my mom, grabbed my crying baby, called to my husband to come and visit.

As my mom prattled on about her afternoon, she suddenly looked at me and said, “You look a little flushed dear. Is everything okay?” A resigned smile and, “Yeah, I’m good mum” was all I could mutter as I served her tea and settled in for a two-hour visit.

Sex moment over but good sexy feeling of being in the lingerie not forgotten. Must try that again soon.

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