I know this was supposed to be an April Fools' jokeversation but the truth is? It wasn't really. Not for me, anyway. (Thanks for rubbing it in, Alice and Eden!)
The last two months I've been allergic to sex. And beyond that, to touch. I need my space and fourteen pillows to even fall asleep and the thought of naked bodies makes me nauseous. Even the sniff of breath (lovely breath included) was sending me over the edge there for a while.
"You were like this with the other ones, too," I've been told by the powers that procreate.
But I don't remember it ever being this bad.
Maybe because there are two people inside me already. Adding one more to the party would max out my capacity.
I have all these friends who are like, "pregnancy makes me so horny! I just want to sex every random dude I see!" which is EXACTLY how I feel about hard boiled eggs right now. I cannot get enough of them.
As for sex? I'd rather watch that Holmes dude inspect dilapidated basements on HGTV for hours on end.
Although, I have to say, Eden's "Irritated Hamster" ALMOST convinced me to remove my Boston Terrier print pajama top the other night. Perhaps if there was a hard boiled egg involved.