Having children is a blast. As a mother of four I can say it has brought some of the happiest and most joyful moments of my life. With each child I changed, navigating the treacherous roads of the first 6 weeks and surviving the aftermath of pregnancy. But there was one thing that never seemed to change, something that after each child became all but a thing of the past and something my body seemed to forget how to do. It wasn’t exactly a topic of conversation when you met with other mums at the park or at your local mother and baby group. Just a polite trigger warning cos this could get personal. Let me whisper it sex, sex, sex.