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Sunday, May 9, 2010


This morning at about 8:15am I turned to Yohan and said, "You ain't getting no poo-nanny till I get a sandwich."  Aaaahahaha!  This is really funny since he really hasn't been getting no poo-nanny much anyway these days----especially not at 8:15am.

In his halfway hungover state he laughed, and I did too.  I'm not sure if I just really wanted that bagel sandwich or if I was half way horny.  Either way, I'm sitting in the kitchen now waiting for that bagel sandwich at 8:38am.

I think it's important to note a couple of things about being prego.  First, even if you're the horniest girl out there, hormones take over.  Most often the last thing on your mind is getting frisky.  There are far too many other important things to think about - baby names, baby room decoration, baby showers, baby EVERYTHING!  Secondly, even if you do think about sex and you're with a super hot sexy Asian-man your body doesn't get in the mood easily.  Lastly, if I do make it to the point of giving up the 'poo-nanny'  I can't concentrate on it like I used to.  This usually means my attention span for sexy sexy is about less than 10 minutes tops.  Poor Yohan is suffering now, but I find myself (even if enjoying the romp) hoping he won't take too too long to - well, you know.

With that said, Yo did get the poo-nanny before I'm getting my bagel sandwich, even if it was a quickie.

1 comment:

  1. YeaAH!!! The bagel sandwich was yummy too;)