[LOCKED FROM ANDREW]
Bollocks, shit, goddamnit, fuck.
He gave me the kicked puppy look. With the eyes. Do you know how hard it was to sit on the secret when he's giving me the kicked puppy look with the eyes?! He thinks I've forgotten his birthday, or don't give a toss, or am too much of a beached whale to want to move my knocked up arse anywhere on the weekend. I didn't know what else to say! It sounded like a good excuse at the time! 'Yes, we can go to dinner, schnookums' would have worked so much better, and then I could have made it the night of the party and had my ready-made smokescreen. Hindsight is always twenty-fucking-twenty. Instead, I lead him to believe my head is so far up my expanding butt that I can't even remember his birthday the first year we're together.
I'm going to hell.
And now I just want to strip him and do naughty things to his naked body to make it up to him. But now he's sitting on the sofa with the remote looking very much like he's trying not to sulk or be pissed off with me. I wonder if he even realises he has the wrong end of the remote pointed at the screen. That's going to be a sexy mood killer. How can I explain to him that I have the energy for awesome pregnant sex with interesting positions, and not for a romantic dinner? Now I have to try and keep the party secret and abstain from sex. For two whole days.
I'm going to take myself out with a spoon now. And having a very long bath with my hand.
[Relates to THIS]
He gave me the kicked puppy look. With the eyes. Do you know how hard it was to sit on the secret when he's giving me the kicked puppy look with the eyes?! He thinks I've forgotten his birthday, or don't give a toss, or am too much of a beached whale to want to move my knocked up arse anywhere on the weekend. I didn't know what else to say! It sounded like a good excuse at the time! 'Yes, we can go to dinner, schnookums' would have worked so much better, and then I could have made it the night of the party and had my ready-made smokescreen. Hindsight is always twenty-fucking-twenty. Instead, I lead him to believe my head is so far up my expanding butt that I can't even remember his birthday the first year we're together.
I'm going to hell.
And now I just want to strip him and do naughty things to his naked body to make it up to him. But now he's sitting on the sofa with the remote looking very much like he's trying not to sulk or be pissed off with me. I wonder if he even realises he has the wrong end of the remote pointed at the screen. That's going to be a sexy mood killer. How can I explain to him that I have the energy for awesome pregnant sex with interesting positions, and not for a romantic dinner? Now I have to try and keep the party secret and abstain from sex. For two whole days.
I'm going to take myself out with a spoon now. And having a very long bath with my hand.
[Relates to THIS]