Nikki Yeager

I called my mom the other day with 'The Question' hanging over my head. My boyfriend and I are going to Houston this week to visit my parents and it just so happens I never talk to my parents about... you know...that.

Which puts that big awkward elephant in the room- does he sleep with me or does he sleep on the couch? Considering I'm a big girl living in NYC along with the fact he and I spend 75% of our nights together; it would just be odd to sleep in separate beds. However, having the conversation with my parents was even more odd. 

So I let it sit, daunting me, on my to-do list for nearly a month before handling the matter. 

Finally I called my mom up days before my flight. 

Small talk for a few seconds. Chatting about work, life, books... whatever. 

Then I finally mustered up the courage and started, somewhat confidently:

Me: "So I, uh, was just..... you know... wondering.... ummm. Well, Daniel and I..... ummm." 

Mom:* chuckles*

Me:" We... most nights... we, uh, sleep in the same, um, bed and I... uhhh... I"

Mom: *Hysterical cackling*

Me: "When we're at your house do we have to... you know....?"

Mom: Through giggles she answered with complete nonchalance, "Nikki, I don't care what you do! I've been waiting for you to *hehe* ask me that for a month now!" 

Me: "Hmmm I uh....." *blushing profusely and continuing to fumble over words* 

Mom: "All I ask is that whatever you do be safe about it! That's all I ask any of my kids... be safe." 

Me: Holy crap my mother is telling me to use condoms in her house if I, ummm, do the dirty. Good Lord!

And then my phone promptly dropped the call, leaving me standing near W. 4th red as a tomato and eyes down. 

What an uncomfortable scenario. And no. I might be a prude, but I will not be doing that in my mother's home!