Last night I took a look at myself lying in bed- I had most of the pillows in the house propping me up to help with heartburn, DPs old t shirt on to stop me scratching my stretchmarks, massive support belt for SPD, a belly that has gone past the point of beautifully fertile and into the realm of just bloody massive, ankles that are wider than my legs, bra that is somewhere between a teenagers training bra and an old ladies boulder holder, breastpads, panty liner stuck in old grotty massive knickers, dark body hair everywhere, and if I could see my bits, I am pretty sure they are swollen and full of varicose veins! And still DP was cuddling and kissing me and fetching me snacks and so on! He even half heartedly tried to seduce me, bless him. It was lovely because I'm pretty sure he knew it was out of the question (he has to turn me in bed due to the SPD) but he made me feel wanted anyway. Instead we just talked about what we are going to do once I am up for it after the birth.
Do you lot have stories of a sex life in very late pregnancy? With my first, we had sex to bring on the labour - that seems laughable now!