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28-Mar-2015 18:59

I roll over and peer above my husband’s shoulder at the alarm clock. He’s on his back, so I decide to cuddle up and lay on his chest. In between calls he jokes with me about the sounds I made during sex. I hand him the i Pad and suggest we watch an episode of something before bed.

It’s not supposed to go off for another hour, but a kicking baby and a growling stomach have woken me up. I try to roll back over and get a few more minutes of sleep. I settle in on the couch with some Thin Mints and a big fluffy blanket. Husband is on his “lunch” break and has decided he is more hungry than horny. One hour until husband gets off work and it is all I can do to keep my eyes open. My arm rests on his stomach, and my hand lightly grazes his erection. I’m reading on our bed and my husband climbs on me. I remind him I enjoy feeling his hands on my body and request he suck my nipples. I couldn’t help it; the second orgasm was intense and surprising.

I orgasm hard when he grabs my hips and helps move me. Midnight We’ve showered and I’m naked on my side of the bed, sleepily trying to pay attention to what he is reading about on the i Pad.

I grab some cheese crackers and a Vitaminwater and head back up to bed. I put an arm over him and feel to see if he has an erection. I decide to ignore it and rub the hairs above it and his belly instead. He helps wash my body, and I notice some soreness as his hand slips under my vagina.

I complain about having to squeeze into a bra and joke how I’m not going to wear any clothes. Lace panties are my last attempt to feel attractive. He used to work at Starbucks, so he is weird about coffee. He gives me a look as he leans forward and begins rubbing my clit underwater. I’m tired, but horny pregnancy hormones begin to surge through me and increase as I see his erection surface through the water. He decides to drain the tub and resume this in the bedroom. After enough foreplay and rubbing to get me worked up and wet, we go downstairs to finish on the couch. Trying to ignore my need to go pee to enjoy a few more minutes cuddled next to him. I sit beside him and tell him about my massage and appointment.

I just drink my apple juice and read Cosmo for ridiculous sex ideas that never work. Me climbing on top of him and straddling his legs as he sits on the couch is the only position that is comfortable for me. I have no idea how late he stayed up last night, but I miss having the energy to stay up with him. I throw some bagels in the toaster and turn on coffee pot. Husband has to work 30 minutes early for a meeting.

I roll over and try to cuddle up against my husband, but his back is to me. Sprawled open on the table as my midwife checks my cervix and swabs me for cultures or something doesn’t make me feel sexy, but having my husband hold my hand helps ease the discomfort.

Once a week, Daily Intelligencer takes a peek behind doors left slightly ajar. He rolls over on his back and lets me cuddle on his chest.

This week, the Pregnant Woman Having a Quickie in the Kohl’s Dressing Room: Female, 22, Lexington, Kentucky, housewife, straight, a.m.