I've realised that if a day goes by when we don't have sex, I get a freaked out feeling. I start to feel insecure and wonder if Steve's gone off me. It doesn't matter that he's been working in a physical job all day, has to start at 7. Why is he asleep on the sofa at 8pm? Why isn't he ripping my clothes off like normal? Is he seeing someone else and doesn't need sex from me?

Next morning I'm lying awake at 4am, still worrying, with every intention of waking him up early for a quickie. Next thing I know the alarm is going off and he's getting out of bed with no time for anything more than a kiss and a quick cuddle.

He's late home from work - 15 minutes late. When he does get back he has to nip out again after showering to pick up some beer and pizza. I can feel the accusations insode me, desperate to be out of my mouth. Then he puts his arms round me and says, 'when I get back I might need to dictate a letter in the bedroom.'

RELIEF!!! He still loves me, and I am paranoid and have weird insecurities. Especially as today I then find myself thinking 'if some days he wants it three times, why doesn't he want it that often all the time?'

I am now resolving to replace the word 'sex' with the word 'cheese' in future, when I am obsessing, just for a bit of perspective.