My sexy is gone. There is not one part of me that feels frisky. Yeah...I feel round and with child and all fertile but sexy I am not.
So I am surrounding myself with sexy things. Like these two drawings by my second favorite artist Kirtsin Ulve. Oh to squeeze myself into a lacy black outfit sounds like complete hell and we all know that I will never look that good holding my swaddled newborn. It's fun to daydream though...to look ahead to a time when I'll get my frisky back. I know that it will eventually come back.
I just have to be patient with my pregnant self and not get too hormonal about the fact that when I gaze down, I can't even see my non-pedicured feet anymore.
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