This is week 30 and everything seems to be going fine apart from one thing. I would love to sound like a true gentleman and voice my concern over the future dilation of my wife's bits, but the real reason I attempted exercise of a carnal nature, was for the simple reason that I was in the mood for it. But it just seems wrong!
I get the same feeling I have when the dog watches-it's just uncomfortable. All I can think is "baby" and it just seems a bit too close for comfort. I do realise that some exercise is necessary, (for the dilation thing) but I haven't got to that bit in the books or the antenatal classes yet. I did think of utilising my bicycle tube and pumping it up in situ, and although it might appear unconventional at first glance, I still think it's worth a thought.
Some years ago, a friend of mine, who's wife was pregnant at the time, told me that his nipples had become extremely sensitive as a result of "sympathy". I thought he was being ridiculous at the time, but what do you know, I had the same thing! It felt like a shrew had suckled me for hours. And they were protruding, which is unusual, as they've always been referred to as "mouse nipples", small, delicate and inverted. Thankfully it only lasted three days and I am pleased to announce that it was not accompanied by any further enlargement of my moobs (male breasts for those who don't know).
I've also found myself rubbing my stomach, which is getting bigger because I've been eating too much. I have also, without realising it (until it's pointed out by my wife) been rubbing my moobs. Whether this is some sort of deviant foreplay or actual sympathetic symptoms, I haven't quite decided. All I can think about right now is the day it all happens and whether the nurse really will try and stop me from using the gas mask she pointed out in the delivery room.
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