Sex, Diagrams, And A Cheesecake

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In case you didn’t pick up on this from my last post, I am very, very, extremely ready to have this baby. Even more now, since I dislocated my hip (stupid genetic disorder) not long after hitting “publish” on the last post, and it’s really difficult to heal a hip with all this extra baby weight pressing on it.


And my poor husband, well let’s just say that the man should get some kind of medal, or nomination for sainthood, because I think that the wife he married and loves, has recently been replaced by a ball of weeping, eating, complaining, hormones.

I’m the green, and my saint of a husband is the gray, texting from his place of work.

 (Frank and George are our ferrets)

I admit it. I’m no fun to be around these days and I’m not super proud of it, and I’m going to try to reflect on it and change my attitude, but this blog has always been about honesty and so there it is.

Nine month pregnant women are sometimes people that you don’t want to be around.

Especially if that person is me.

And before I go any further, I feel like I need to say that I am grateful for this pregnancy, because it is bringing forth my son. I know that many women struggle with infertility, and I know that I am utterly blessed to being going through this, but I also can’t lie and say that every second is enjoyable. It’s been a tough pregnancy, with a lot of complications, and I can’t deny that it’s taking it’s toll on me.

But anyway, that’s not what this post is about. This post, is about Valentine’s Day, which for those of you reading from outside the U.S., is basically a holiday where you tell people that you love them.

I typically, am someone who goes all out for Valentine’s Day. First, because I love my husband, and secondly, because I also like… doing grown up stuff.


But did I mention that I am like SUPER pregnant this year?

Two years ago, I got him this:

Which seemed like an awesome idea at the time, until I realized that I may have set the bar a bit high.

Because this year, started out more like this:

(Enter me messaging Frisbee Boy’s Mom)

So you see where this was going.

I felt like the man deserved repayment for his sainthood, and yet at the same time… I’m still nine months pregnant and my inner bitch has drowned out my sexy side in hormones, cookies, and stretch mark prevention cream.


So, I ended up going to the store and asking if they had any sexy coupons that I could give my husband, that had redeemable dates that started in April.

They did not.

Meanwhile, I wake up on Valentine’s Day to this:

…. which was a note by my pillow.

And this:

…. which if you can’t tell, is a cheesecake.

The man left his pregnant wife, a breakfast cheesecake.


That was followed by a gift and a card that on the back, said it cost $6.99…


If you get a gift from me, you’re lucky if I spent that much on the wrapping paper, because most of my gifts are gifted in Christmas holiday bags, in June.

Clearly I had to step up my game a bit, especially since I was already going out of my way to make the day nice for the kids.

I figured that if I could bake them cupcakes, I couldn’t really use the excuse that I had no energy left over for The Guy.

So, it was time to step up.

And I did my best, even if I had to Google a few diagrams, and at one point leave the room because I was laughing so hard that I needed to pee, and then come back into the room and try to look sexy again…

But thankfully, neither of us died on Valentine’s Day, even though I really was worried that I might roll over and kill him or something.

Can you imagine the blog that would have been?


Please see also: send all your tips, advice, and ideas on how to encourage this baby to GET OUT.

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  • Kori
    February 20, 2018 at 12:46 pm

    Hey, hun, you KNOW the tried and true trick to getting baby child out! As much as you don't feel like it!! <3

  • Facebook
    February 20, 2018 at 4:11 pm

    When you're done I agree. Time to be done! I'm sorry for how miserable you are. Guess my plan for you to rearrange 3 rooms full of furniture is out (it worked for me). Sending virtual cheesecake and a hug.

  • Facebook
    February 20, 2018 at 5:37 pm

    Bless your bones, babe. It's coming. He can't possibly stay in there much longer. You are gonna get through this and be back to your regular self. And then you'll have a baby! Double win! Try not to think about the time and just focus on talking to him and letting him know it's time to go. I had many convos with my youngest while he was in utero. Definitely got him to stop kicking a few times lol.

  • Facebook
    February 20, 2018 at 7:01 pm

    I'm just pissed you didn't share the diagrams…….

  • Facebook
    February 20, 2018 at 7:02 pm

    Get his favorite craving foods and eat them while having you, mister, and littles talk to baby about how awesome the world is and how he needs to see it. Might just be positive thinking to help you headwise but could also convince your body to get it going.

  • Frisbee Boy's Mom
    February 20, 2018 at 10:28 pm

    You KNOW the massage oil was a good idea 😉 We can just go shopping together and pick out something fun for the both of you – this way you both win ! Maybe I'll get something too…. I don't think either of our men will care if it's a week late HAHAHe's a keeper that “Guy” ♥

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