Farts

Yeah so I may be wierd.. My husband and I have been married for 5 yrs and I have never farted in front of him.  So I have been nervous about the whole farting after surgery so i have been trying to prepare myself and him.  The other day I forwarned him that I was going to try and start farting in front of him so it was not a complete culture shock aftwards LOL.  Me laughed and said ya right.  So I tried...  once isn't bad.. But he didn't hear it.. So that was kinda a fail..  LOL  I can't believe the stuff that is talked about on this board,  It makes me laugh  TY all.

Amber,

I was the same way with my husband until after surgery and OMG you just can't help it.  When you need to it just comes out and they sometimes are not quiet and they dont smell like roses.. 

Good Luck

I've been teasing mine that once I get the DS - I'm going to get even for EVERY stinky bomb he's dropped over the last 20 years.  EVERY LAST ONE :)  ... Oh I am sooo going to enjoy getting even, I tell him,... gonna make your eyes water!  

Oh I know it is tooo funny.  My sister and husband always have farting contest so they think it is soo funny that I am going to be farting LOL.  My sister keeps telling me I have to fart while he is sleeping in bed then put the blanket over his head LMAO Just to make up for the farting he does. 

My husband claims to miss mine when I'm gone.  

I think I shorted out my partners olfactory senses.

NOW my hubby and are like your sis and her hubby meaning we are gross! HAHA. Ive always been a gassy person but i did hold back from my hubby for the first 3 months THEN we went on vacation together:)

After a car trip and a day in the hotel, I couldnt hold it anymore and the bathroom was one of those open-no-door kinda deals SO i said to him "hun, i have to fart" he laughs and tells me he cant wait to hear it! I have a huge mental block and even tho it really has to come out no matter how much i pu**** wont happen in front of him. So i made him turn around:) Unfortunately, i had been holding it for so loonng that when it finally came it was soo loud and because of my big butt there was a lot of cheek reverberation! Oh and the smell! oops! haha

We both laughed until we cried! We were on our way out to dinner and the taxi pulled up just after...when we got back my hubby (bf at the time) swore it still smelled! It has been all down hill since then!

Keep in mind that we both work in the medical field and BM's are our life! We talk about poo all the time. And on top of it all my hubby is just like a child...when im on the loo it is his absolute fav time to have a conversation with me!

Good luck:) im sure after surgery it will come "naturally" even if it doesn't smell so natural! lol

Hmmm . . . not quite sure what I can contribute to this sounding off (pun intended).  I've always been a bit embarrassed when I pass gass.  Bad memories of way too much reaction (and freshner spraying) when I passed gas, even though my parents were worse than me.

Currently it's just me and the cat and it hasn't killed the cat yet (but then again, she's approaching 20 years old and is, I suspect, more than a little deaf . . . dare I hope her sense of smell has declined too?), though quite frequently during the past two years I have felt the need to apologize to her.

I have to say that as bad as my gas has been (reflective of my eating habits the past 2 years), it is extraordinarily well-behaved.  No matter how full, it has not made an appearance in unwanted areas (onstage during a symphony performance, at a friends house for dinner and visting, etc.)  No matter how my day has been or how late I am getting home, it waits until I pull into my drive way . . . literally . . . I turn off the car, step out of the driver's seat and the siren sounds.  Now, while the neighbors' dogs have stopped barking uncontrollably when I "announce" my arrival, I still feel the need say a quick apology to my backyard as a whole for any unwary woodland creature that may wander into the remaining ether following my departure.  I've not yet found a poor victim of asphyxiation lying in my drive the next morning, so . . . no harm no "fowl."  Then again, I could just be providing an easy snack for the resident owl that serenades me some nights . . . still, happy to do my part.

I'm happy to say that having cracked down the past couple of weeks getting back on track, it is a world of difference.  I have found that I have one instance of gas towards the end of the day and while it is not pleasant, it's not the crime against nature I was committing regularly before.  What'll happen when and if I get married . . . I cannot imagine.  I'll take it as it comes though.

 I have as much control over it as I did before surgery.  So, for everyone's sake, I either step outside, or go in the restroom and light a match.  I take probiotics, which really helps.  And, manage my carb intake.  So, as infrequent as they are, when they do make an appearance, OH MY!  There is no way to be prepared it.  In the beginning, right after surgery, I cried when I got my first whiff!  I really wondered how I would exist being capable of these kinds of smells!  But, then again, I am more sensitive than most when it comes to smells.  LIfe is good, you get over it...

Does the match thing really work?

Karen