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I never would have thought I would be so happy to be fat. I
actually enjoy looking at myself in the mirror these days and trying
to see how much bigger I've become.

If anyone would have told me this time last year that in just one
short year I would fall in love, get married and be heavily pregnant
I would have laughed in their face. I can't believe how much I'm
enjoying it. Oh I don't enjoy the frequency that my bladder demands
to be emptied, or the fact that I get tired so easily, but
everything else is such a joy.

The first time I felt her kick. The first time I saw her on the
ultrasound. And let's not forget what pregnancy hormones do to my
sex drive. Making love to Tony before I was pregnant was amazing
but now it was mind blowing.

I looked at myself in my cheval mirror again, turning to the side
and running my hands over my abdomen, tightening my blouse and
outlining my `bump'. Mrs. Francine Nelson. I still can't quite
believe it.

I could hear the front door open and went down the stairs to greet
my husband.

"You're late darling, you've got five minutes to get ready, we've
got a birth preparation class," my voice was husky with desire as I
mumbled against his lips before kissing him. I knew what I was
going to want later this evening!

"It'll take me less than that, honey. I'll be back down in a couple
of minutes." With that he took the stairs two at a time, and I
enjoyed the view of his derriere disappearing upstairs.

True to his word he was back downstairs in two minutes. I couldn't
believe what I was seeing. He looked eight months pregnant.

"What are you wearing?"

"Oh, it's one of those false pregnancy belts, so I can empathize
better with you when you find it difficult to do something."

"Tony, I love you, but I don't think I'm going to be able to keep a
straight face if you keep wearing that."

And at that my husband just grinned like a little kid.
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