There’s a stage of pregnancy before one looks pregnant yet has still packed on the pounds. I feel like I am at that stage. I feel far from sexy.
The email updates tell me that at 13 weeks my baby is about 3 inches long. I’ve had hamburgers bigger than three inches and my waist has not ballooned to this size. I am still able to fit in my clothes and with a few loose shirts that are in style I’m able to hide the bulge. Hell, Sara Jessica Parker disguised her pregnancy for months playing the role of Carrie Bradshaw. I should be able to do half as well.
I don’t intend to come across as a complainer. I’m warming up to the idea of having another angel. I even got misty eyed at the ultrasound with the little bugger waving to me. I just know how big and uncomfortable I will get and frankly that does not turn me on.
I imagine my husband will stop being interested in sex which never feels good. I hear there is a whole subgenre of porn, movies made with pregnant chicks. Not sure who the audience is, but apparently enough people to make more than one film.
*Now he is interested and the only I can think of when we are doing it is, I hope the phone rings, I hope the baby cries. But, I still plow ahead. I may need it in the reserves.