Baby Got a New Pair of Shoes

Me at Baby Shower

Me at Baby Shower

 

 

Whoa there Nelly! Where did my toes go? Beats me! It’s been months since I last saw them. Yes, I am now big…very big in my 7th month of PG-Land. The nausea is gone but the heartburn–OH Man…the Heartburn!–is here and is taking prisoners. One such prisoner is definitely me!

Yes, Hubby is still doing fabulously; nursing me right along with nary a complaint or grumble no matter the hour of night. Yes, I get up to visit ‘loo loo’ quite often. And Yes, the sex life is still moving along at a ’steady’ pace. ; ) We are a happy couple, excited that we only have two more months ’til we meet our baby girl. My baby shower this past weekend was a great success; baby got a new pair of shoes and then some. It was a blast to see everyone; many faces I have not seen in years, many faces I do not see often enough. Perhaps in these coming days I can change that and spend more quality time with the people I love and the ones who are always there for me…no matter what. Isn’t that what life is really all about?

Sex During Pregnancy

It’s a matter of opinion when it comes to whether pregnancy helps or hurts a sex life.  I for one have to say ‘It comes in stages’.  What I mean by this is:  In the very early stages of my current pregnancy I had feelings of nausea at any given hour or minute of the day.  Such was a pretty darned good reason for not being in the mood a whole lot.  All was well, hubby got through it. 

 But NOW… oh man!  The sickness is gone and the drive to ‘move beneath the sheets’ (or anywhere else for that matter) is back with flying colors.  Hubby is a very happy man.  ;  )  I have to say, I’m smiling alot more these days as well.  But alas, the uncomfortable days are yet to come.  I wonder what our sex life, or my sex drive, will be like when the belly has reached measures of mass-proportions.  I guess time will tell for me, but I want the opinions of other women who are, were, or have yet to be pregnant. 

It is your turn to tell your story.  I welcome you…to my blog.  It’s all about sex and romance.  Have fun!

Forty-Something Faux pas

Just when I thought I could see the finish line, I’m right back in the gate.  Thus are the thoughts of a forty-something pregnant woman.  With one adult child and one teenage child, I had been busy as a bee planning a wonderful and carefree year for two love-birds: me and my husband Nico. 

Imagine my shock and his surprise when I suspected something wasn’t quite right.  The nausea had me worried because it’s one of the signs of heart trouble in women.  Never in a million years did I actually think it could be ‘morning sickness’; though it did pass through my mind a time or two.  Several dry months later–no swimming the red sea–I felt compelled to mention it to hubby.  He was ecstatic, elated, you name it!  He loved the idea of a little ‘us’ growing inside of me; his never having had children and being almost 40. 

Me…?  I was on a different end of the spectrum.  I had been through years and years of single-mom-syndrome.  Needless to say, it hadn’t been easy for me or my kids.  So, I guess with the whole thought-association process thing, I was happy…and bummed at the same time.  I would never be so selfish as to ‘not’ want our baby; I love any little life my husband and I create.  But, it’s hard to explain really, I was just seeing some light at the end of the tunnel of rearing two kids…mostly alone with no help, and pouring dollar after dollar of money I never seemed to have, into countless wants and needs.  I guess I was gearing up for some ‘me’ time…or just getting used to the easy, low-key life my husband and I have gotten used to as a couple. 

It has taken some adjusting of my thoughts to realize that this time…I won’t be going it alone; my husband will be a wonderful father, of that I am sure.  And I’ve begun to realize that just because we are bringing a little life into the world, I know I am much more prepared now than I ever was then.  I feel blessed more than shocked and dismayed these days.  I’ve already felt movement (not sure whether or not it was gas), and my baby-clock has already started to kick in, getting up at least once a night to pee…visiting the fridge in the middle of the night.  I have to laugh at how funny life can be.

As for the travelling we’d planned on doing: that’s where the VW Westy we plan to buy comes into the picture.  I am a lucky woman to have a mechanically inclined man whose profession is auto paint & body.  Because when we get our Camper Van, however old and shabby it might be, we plan on turning it into a shiny-new hippie traveler; complete with a ‘baby on board’ sticker plastered right across the back window. 

I can hardly wait!