38 weeks and horny

The driving emotion of my 38th week has been horniness. Tom's too, methinks. At least, he didn't complain when he found himself being jumped at 5 a.m. this morning.

I don't post about our sex life much, maybe it's the little prude in me, but there's nothing like a little loving to make a very pregnant woman feel beautiful and adored. My body has gone through so many changes while being pregnant, and I don't think any of them are exactly flattering, other than that I look like a healthy pregnant... woman. I guess I am a woman. I really don't like the purple stretch marks that have appeared over my previously very white and blemish-free tummy and breasts. And I know they are there for good now, although they'll fade to silver eventually. And I know I'll be able to get my body mostly back into the shape it was before, although keeping a few of the pounds I've gained is a healthy decision, since I've always been slightly underweight. I hope I can keep them as muscle though, and not fat. I've always felt pretty good about how I look, although I've never been one to wear a string bikini, or any kind of bikini, comfortably in public. I guess I've always been comfortable but shy about how I look--and now that it's changed so much, I'm not used to it. So in those emotional dips I take comfort in Tomek's reassurance to me that I am beautiful. I shouldn't need to hear it from anyone else, but sometimes I do.