Okay, so I am just past the 4-month mark and as all the pregnancy books say, I find myself with an abundance of frisky feelings. You know, of the sexy variety. So here I am feeling super feisty, but Iâ€™m not quite sure what to do with myself. I have put a moratorium on sex with Gordon (because he did some really boneheaded things that Iâ€™m not about to get into here) and weâ€™re better off keeping things low key and simple. Sex complicates things, even when the sex is with the father of your baby.
The weird thing is despite all these sexual urges I donâ€™t really want to have sex. Well, I guess I DO want sex, really good, toe-tingling crazy sex, but I donâ€™t want it with Gordon or anyone else I know and I certainly donâ€™t want to sleep with some random guy. Besides, Iâ€™m pregnant! Who wants to sleep with a big fat pregnant girl? Exactly.
So Iâ€™m stuck. Stuck like a crazy apple in a crazy orchard. Finally, finally, FINALLY, I want sex, and thereâ€™s nowhere for me to turn. Lousy timing.
Speaking of sex, on Tuesday I find out if Iâ€™m having a boy or a girl. yay! very exciting! Iâ€™m hoping for a girl.
I just realized that my baby is going to be born the year of the monkey. HOW COOL IS THAT?! My baby is a MONKEY. It couldnâ€™t get any better, unless of course this was the year of the robot.
I know! I will just make up my own zodiac. From now on, starting in 1974 and occurring every 30 years is the year of the robot. Now both my baby and me are robots! HA! Take that astrology!
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