Belly Pics and TheBoyfriend - Sunday, June 27, 2010

I've uploaded a photo of my growing belly. I've gained 4.5 lbs, which brings me up to 100 lbs. My small frame makes a small weight gain look like a lot more. Apparently I'm supposed to get a lot bigger in just the next four weeks, so the next photo should be more dramatic.

TheBoyfriend has been so sweet to me, waking up in the morning to make blueberry pancakes and banana pancakes with real maple syrup because I love them, cooking for me all the time, indulging all my cravings, regardless if it's bratwurst with fennel spiced sauerkraut, chipotle chili dogs, or baked potato soup. He's being so sweet about how tired I've been. Some days it seems like I sleep 18 hours a day, especially on the weekends, only waking up to eat before I crash again. He's not good at expressing his feelings with words, but he'll lie down and put his head on my stomach and wrap his arms around me like me and our little growing baby are everything he ever wanted and that makes this moment perfect, pressing his face against my little bump and closing his eyes with a beautiful contented smile on his face. I had no idea he would be like that.

LPSG has been making me more appreciative of TheBoyfriend in the past month. I think I was starting to take him for granted. Lately on LPSG there have been so many "bad relationship" threads and sad/disturbing posts about break-ups, bitterness over the opposite sex, and the terrible ways that people treat each other in romantic relationships. We don't have any of those problems. None of them. I like spending time with him and he likes spending time with me. We make each other happy and rarely get on one another's nerves. I tell him everything and my openness with him never causes us any problems. We see eye to eye on political issues. When we fight it usually turns to laughter almost immediately. Being with him is so easy. He's not just my lover, he's my best friend.

He's amazing. I can't believe I ever had any doubts. I asked him last night, "Why were you so sure about me? From the very beginning, when we first met each other, you were sure that I was the one for you and you've never wavered for a moment. Why?" He just said, "Because of the voles."

Our second day in bed together, the day after our first date, sometime after he'd made me cum again for what seemed like the 100th time, we both fell back on the bed, all sweaty and smiling at each other, and I rolled over to him and made a joke about how he was dosing me with the hormone oxytocin and the neurotransmitter vasopressin by giving me so many orgasms. He didn't know what I meant by that, so I told him about the research done on prairie voles, using drugs to block oxytocin and vasopressin receptors to demonstrate the roles that both of those chemicals that are released during sex play in relationship bonding, how one makes sexual partners loyal but not possessive, and the other one prevents loyalty bonding, making sexual partners promiscuous with other partners yet violently possessive of the partners that they have. I told him about how they work together to form relationship bonds and how human beings have the exact same hormones. Then I told him about how vasopressin is also essential for the process of imprinting new memories and how alcohol suppresses it, causing "blackouts" that are caused by low vasopressin levels during an alcoholic binge. I could tell that he loved it. He was completely engaged by everything I said. Then, he just looked at me amazed and told me that he couldn't believe that immediately after such amazing sex, I said something that was so fascinating and mentally stimulating and apropos for the moment. Last night he said that at that moment he was absolutely sure that I was the one.

It blows my mind that he just made up his mind right then and he's been sure about me ever since. We're vastly different that way, and in that way, he's definitely more romantic than me. He's what I need. I need a man who is more confident than me about our future together. I need a man whose confidence makes me confident.

I'm so lucky that he chased me and he didn't give up. I'm lucky that I recognized that he was the man of my dreams. I'm lucky that my doubts never made him doubt me for a moment. I'm just so lucky.

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Made me tear up :) So very sweet :) Your both very lucky... and there is about to be 3 very lucky people in the months to come!
 

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