Hello my novelty items,
So I have been biding my time looking at sex toys on the internet.
I should be looking at baby stuff, but after a while your eyes can't take anymore pastels or bizarre puns. ("I'm doggone crazy for Daddy
) so i slip over to the other window and drool over sex toys.
it's a rainbow dildo!!!!
I know that i won't be able to see it when I use it, but who dosen't like a delightfully bright sex toy box? I'll tell you who. Jerks! (aka people with more refined taste then me, who I am jealous of.)
Being pregnant is....its fucking weird. I feel him move and it moves my body, and he wakes up before me, and wakes me up by kicking me in the cervix. I find the whole thing to weird to be real, and i sometimes forget that at the end of this there is gonna be a person.
I am scared of him still. It scares me, that he has so so much power over my life, that he can change my body and my brain and how i think of myself. He isn't a person yet, he isn't even a thing but he has taken over so much of my life. My conversations and my relationship, what I eat and how I sleep. It's strange how a change as small as what position you sleep in can really fuck you up.
Who do you write blogs for? who is your imaginary audience?
So I have been biding my time looking at sex toys on the internet.
I should be looking at baby stuff, but after a while your eyes can't take anymore pastels or bizarre puns. ("I'm doggone crazy for Daddy
) so i slip over to the other window and drool over sex toys.it's a rainbow dildo!!!!
I know that i won't be able to see it when I use it, but who dosen't like a delightfully bright sex toy box? I'll tell you who. Jerks! (aka people with more refined taste then me, who I am jealous of.)
Being pregnant is....its fucking weird. I feel him move and it moves my body, and he wakes up before me, and wakes me up by kicking me in the cervix. I find the whole thing to weird to be real, and i sometimes forget that at the end of this there is gonna be a person.
I am scared of him still. It scares me, that he has so so much power over my life, that he can change my body and my brain and how i think of myself. He isn't a person yet, he isn't even a thing but he has taken over so much of my life. My conversations and my relationship, what I eat and how I sleep. It's strange how a change as small as what position you sleep in can really fuck you up.
Who do you write blogs for? who is your imaginary audience?
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I think my imaginary audience for my personal blog is my boyfriend's family! It makes me censor myself... Which is definitely a good thing. But here, I don't know. That's something to think about...