Sex with a pregnant woman is a wonderful experience, to say the least. My ex-wife and I were cautioned about unusually vigorous, forceful sex, but that is really not my style - unless she wants it. The variety of positions became more and more limited as the pregnancy advanced, until we ere pretty much confined to good old face-to-face, with me on top.
I think the biggest issues we confronted were her lack of flexibility and general fatigue carrying around a baby that was 10 pounds 9.5 ounces at birth - that alone being about eight percent of her pre-pregnancy weight. That truly amazed me. Toward the last couple months, she wasn't interested at all, simply because she was carrying around so much additional weight. Funny thing happened: I pretty much lost my sex drive and spent much of the time we would hae been making love watching films with her, and just spenfing time together.
The whole process is magical and miraculous, to the point of becoming almost mystical in nature. I will say that eeing my little (?) son there was perhaps the most moving experience in my life. I watched the whole process as it took place, I talked to her, held her hand through it, wiped sweat from her brow...wished I could have shared some of the discomfort (goodness only knows, I experienced morning sickness more often than she did - and I am told this is not at all rare). He is born and the nurse reports the weight. Trying my best to remain cool and not at all overwhelmed in the overwhelming emotion of the moment, what is the first thing the new, first-time daddy asks the ob/gyn?
"How many standard deviations above the mean is that?"
True story.