This is just love’s version of not fitting into those pre-pregnancy jeans. Not bad — just different.
After a decade of marriage, birthing four mini-me’s, and turning into a SAHM, I am beyond hungry. Starving, actually. My appetite has become insatiable and my cravings unsurmountable. Yet, it isn’t food that I am in need of to satisfy these hunger pangs. Not in the least. I am hungry for passion. Intimacy. Emotional stimulation. […]