"Omigod! This is so good!" I moaned loudly, as I kept pounding on top Jon. His hands are on my waist aiding me to move up and down in a steady rhythm. My full, perky breasts bouncing because of the movement of my waist, and my hair all swept up to stop it from getting in the way when I want to kiss Jon, and I really want to keep seeing this gorgeous man's face. Jon rolled me over, my back to the bed and he is on top of me, kissing me hungrily. "You taste so good, my baby," he whispered in my ears, and made for my neck, kissing and licking with each rhythmic throb.A shiver ran down my spine and I began scratching and clawing his back. I can't have enough of him. "I want you everytime. I love you so much," I said. "I'm about to come, baby," Jon said.I whispered that he's allowed to, after all we have a baby on the way. There's nothing like *'extra pregnant'*, it's either you're pregnant or not, and no one can get pregnant on top of an already existing pregnancy. Jon came, looked a

Today is my first prenatal doctor's appointment. Jon came with me, but only after I had guilt-tripped him into it. As we sat together in the waiting room, I filled out insurance forms while he slipped through a *Us Weekly* magazine, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world. The receptionist called my name, I stood up, Jon stayed put. "Come on," I said impatiently."Can't I wait here?"A very pregnant woman, sitting with her husband, glance disdainfully at Jon."Get up now," I hissed at him. He sighed loudly and got up. We followed a nurse to the corridor behind the waiting room, and then she asked me to step on the scale."With all my clothes on?" I asked. I made a firm policy to only weigh myself naked and first thing in the morning. Or after a long sweat at a the gym. And, I stick with that policy. "Yes," the nurse said impatiently. I slipped off my *Gucci* ballet flats, handed my heavy silver cuff bracelet to Jon, and instructed him to turn around. He rolled his e

A sudden wave of nausea woke me up. As I sat up, I waited to know exactly what's actually going on with my body and then, my brain screamed at me to *run!* I ran into the toilet and puked up the biryani I had for dinner last night at Indira Ganti, an Indian restaurant. I flushed, rinsed my mouth with Listerine, and brushed my teeth. I was about leaving the bathroom, when another wave overcame me and this time around, the whole pepper, meat and vegetables came running out. I flushed, rinsed and brushed again. What a sad way to start the day I'm turning thirty, morning sickness is really a *shitty thing*. I collapsed onto the floor and moaned loudly in other to wake up Jon so that he can rescue me.Jon still laid on the bed sleeping. Max would have heard me puking, he's a very light sleeper. I sat there on the bathroom floor and moaned louder this time, Jon still couldn't hear me. I stood up from the cold tile and returned to bed, whimpering, "cuddle me."Jon snored in response.I m

I've been in my office since after lunch, recieving phone calls, more birthday e-mails, and a stream of annoying office visits from colleagues. But still nothing from Sandra or Max. How can Sandra be so heartless, vile and wicked? First she stole my fiance, and now she won't apologize by calling to wish me a happy birthday? What kind of a person is she? And, Max, I can't believe after five and a half years together? I calmed myself down and recollected my thoughts. There's only one last possibility: maybe they sent a card, note, or gift to my apartment, which I haven't returned to in days . . .* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *After my facials, I took a cab to my apartment. I stopped at the lobby, took my mail, unlocked my door and inspected my stash. There are cards from my parents; my younger brother, Aiden; my high school boyfriend, Tristan; my grandmother; and my old friend from home, Dixie. I picked up the last card and it has no return address. My heart started beating fast.

Since the past weeks, Jon and I have been falling apart. Our once perfect sex life, now feels like a routine. I think it is the stress caused by the life changing plans we're about to embark on. We're yet to look for an apartment, plan the wedding, and of course, our baby is on the way. The issue is, it's not just the plans, Jon and I are at the verge of a breakup. We fight a lot so much. He always accuse me of being obsessed with Max and Sandra, that he's tired of my endless questions about them, and that he thinks it's unhealthy to spend so much time guessing what they might be up to. Despite all his accusations, I will keep trying to make things work with Jon. I even booked us flights to Indy, though I haven't told him yet. That's a nice start, right? What tugged on my chest the most even more than our relationship gloom is that a baby is in the middle of all of this. I can remember the day I found out I was pregnant and how I was unexplainably happy, but right now I'm not even