It's just enough vice-like tension to squeeze milk out of my engorged breasts. My daughter, on the other hand, sleeps in the shape of Christ on the Cross. Expect your child to develop such an intense physical bond with you that they'll be as accurate as a motion-sensitive floodlight. Just as your pulse slows, your eye movements become uncontrollable, and you feel your brain soaking up the salty waters of REM sleep, that's when the baby will start to wiggle itself into a loud wail. Expect then to bond with a migraine headache.
Women are sexually complex.
Only a brave husband will attempt to woo a woman who feels aged, altered, damp, cramped, and sore from passing a human being. Not that you'll never have sex. It just feels like it. There does come a point when you need to technically accomplish sex. Just to keep your license valid at the very least.