I was tagged by Sorlil
Here's an interesting meme:
Instructions: Grab the book closest to you.
Open to page 123.
Scroll down to the 5th sentence.
Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog - name of the book and the author.
Then tag 3 people.

Well, it's no surprise that the book in closest proximity to me is The Pregnancy Book by Dr. William Sears M.D. and Martha Sears, R.N. I find it funny that page 123 happens to focus on sexuality during pregnancy.

Now that you're pregnant, you may start wondering, "What will it take to make me feel and act sexy?" Your biological destiny is on the threshold of the ultimate expression of female sexuality - birth and nurturing. Being pregnant, after all, is the incontrovertible proof of your sex appeal.

Very interesting. I've never thought if it that way, but I guess it makes sense.....although "sexy" is not a word I would use to describe how I'm feeling right now. I'm looking forward to the 2nd trimester, when the books and websites say I will have more energy and a higher sex drive. I guess it's not that my sex drive is low right now....it's that I'm perpetually nauseated and puking is not very sexy.

Also, and this is sort of off subject, but I recently stopped shaving my legs. It's not the first time I have gone on razor strike. There is something very liberating about being able to shower without having to take the time and effort shaving my underarms and legs. My husband claims that he doesn't mind it at all. I want to believe him, but I look down at my chubby white legs, covered in DARK coarse hair, and it turns me off! :) I hate that I just can't think my legs are nice the way they are and that society has successfully conditioned me to believe that smooth hairless legs = femininity. The pits don't bother me as much....it's just the legs. I'd like to be able to wear skirts and capri pants, but I can't help but be embarrassed by my hairy hobbit legs. I had slacks on at church the other day, and when I crossed my legs I looked down and saw the super long dark hairs on my exposed ankle and it made me shudder.....and then I hoped nervously that no one else noticed. I hate shaving, but I also hate being so self conscious about showing even an inch of my legs. Maybe I just need to get over the embarrassment and go on. If my husband isn't grossed out by my man-hair, I guess I shouldn't be either.

Oh yeah, I'm supposed to tag 3 of you to do the book thing, but I'm too lazy. Tag yourself if you wanna. ;)

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