“Fuck me… I’m pregnant” was my reaction after watching the thin pink line creep across – and stay – on the urine-soaked test stick. But little did I know that would be my mantra for the next nine months! Hormone swings, swollen ankles and puking were, of course, well known side effects of being knocked up. But becoming a voracious sex fiend? Who knew?
I have three children and, while all three pregnancies couldn’t have been more different, two things were constant: they all yielded boys and they all turned me into a big fat horndog.
With a 50-pound weight gain, I was hardly in my finest form, yet I was insatiable. Piggy by day, peeler by night. I soon learned it wasn’t just me. One friend would plop her son in front of a DVD the minute her husband returned home from work. For them, Baby Einstein was the new Marvin Gay. Just hearing the soundtrack meant, “Honey, you’re home…. Now drop your pants.” Another pal confessed to being, ahem, roused in the night by her explicit and x-rated dreams. Some about her husband, others about mine, and still others about a FedEx driver she’d passed in the street.
I have no doubt there are those who couldn’t bear to be touched. But they weren’t anybody I knew. We may have been moody, with body-image issues and food aversions, but we were starting off our days with a bang. Eating for two only fueled the fire of our loins. Pendulous boobs, junk in the trunk – it was all up for grabs. I know sex begets sex, but pregnancy was a whole other story.
Top, bottom and side. Upstairs, downstairs, inside and out. The world was our waterbed. Naturally, there were times when my man simply wasn’t in the mood. But as far as I was concerned, if he was around, he’d better be up for it. Too tired? Too bad. My body was making a baby – what was his doing?
And no, it wasn’t all in my head – or pants. Science was on my side. As the Canadian Federation for Sexual Health points out, everything is more sensitive. While this can be a burden for some ladies, it’s a bonus for others. And in the second trimester, when most of the nausea has worn off, nature’s lube kicks in. Let’s just say the belly, boobs and butts aren’t the only parts of the body that expand. With increased blood flow to the nether regions, vaginal tissue swells as well and like it or not, it makes everything feel great. If you can get there. No wonder some friends have hailed pregnancy sex as the best sex ever. With arousal all round, what’s not to like?
Besides, once that baby comes, it’s a whole other story…