Let’s talk about S – E – X. ‘Cause I’m 30 weeks pregnant with our 3rd child and to my husband’s chagrin have no desire to partake in the kind of nooky that got us here.
Funny – being so busy with kids, family, business… I sometimes almost forget that I’m pregnant. Not that one can forget an expanding arse, a giant pumpkin-sized tummy or the oh-so-wonderful pelvic pressure of a baby who’s decided to ‘drop’ early. Rather, it’s almost as if at times this pregnancy has gone uncelebrated, or unnoticed.
I go about my day huffing and puffing like the swollen whale I feel like I’ve become and then it happens. Our baby girl decides she’s no longer comfortable and starts to wiggle around, kicking & poking my insides. An old 80’s song comes on the radio and suddenly she goes nuts! The sugar rush we share when ‘we’ get a craving for a piece of chocolate. Or those few quiet moments during the ultrasound where she turns around and I could have sworn she just waved at me, or puckered her lips up for a kiss.
Now that’s real intimacy. Never mind the shenanigans that got me here in the first place. And this being my 3rd pregnancy, I wonder if I’ll ever have this feeling again. And that makes me kind of sad.
Meanwhile I enjoy these quiet intimate moments with my wee-one and look forward meeting her pretty little self.
*** The above picture is of our 28W4D ultrasound – this really is our little baby-girl’s foot!
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