For the rest of ya, let's talk about sex for a second. I was reading a section in What to Expect..blah blah. It starts out by saying something like "sorry ladies, pregnancy is not an excuse to not have sex". Which made me laugh. When I got off the B.C. I remember being kind of shocked at the return of my sex drive. I hadn't realized how long it had been gone or how much it had dwindled from what it was a decade ago
Once the plus sign showed up, I wasn't sure what to expect. What would happen now? Obviously the first few weeks not much was different with me, but as a reward to Andy for being such a good sport the previous year and change I thought I had better give him a little break. But 17-year-old Natalie was still in there. After a while I was ready to get back to it. Now things were more fun, there was no temp monitoring leading to mandatory sex or laying there for 15 minutes not getting up to pee or shower. This sex was better. Not just more fun, but better. I would equate it to the difference between a donut and a creme brulee. I would never turn down either, but one is definitely the superior dessert...Great now I want Creme Brulee. I am not too sure how much to tell you here people, but let's just say my visits to O-town are more frequent and more fun.
But I am starting to think maybe the sex drive is getting a little out of hand. First of all, it is invading my dreams. My dreams have become so vivid and real that it actually feels like I am living them. It started a few nights ago when I dreamed we went to an adult store to spice some things up. I woke up trying to remember exactly where the store was in the city. Then last night's dream took the cake. I woke up at 4 am this morning trying to figure out why that one wasn't really happening. I checked the clock. Weighed the consequences of waking Andy up after he had been up late working on his final projects and presentations for this week. Then I decided it would be better just to try to get back to sleep. Good luck with that. I couldn't stop thinking about my dream. What on earth am I going to do? I feel like eventually I will turn into Kevin Spacey's character in American Beauty. Eventually Andy is going to wake up to find me taking care of business and I will have to pretend I am not a crazy sex addict. But to be perfectly honest I am not the least bit sad about this newest pregnancy development.