Pregnant fetish chat
At least she had one parent who was head-over-heels, the way you should be.I saw my therapist, who explained to me all about post-partum depression, and helped me get back to a normal life. And before you ask, yes, I’m in therapy for having a pregnancy fetish. And if you’re not familiar with it, you might judge it, just like I would judge something I didn’t understand. I have a strong, primal impulse, like anyone with an addictive fetish does, and I am alway in the process of balancing it out with the practicalities of real life.Always trim, I had suddenly become a loose, fat woman — and not the round, jolly kind of fatness that makes you feel like twice a woman when you’re expecting.I couldn’t look at myself in the mirror, and I couldn’t look at my daughter.There was one week where I just left — took the car, drove to a beach town an hour or so away, and rented a room in a little b&b in the middle of autumn.I couldn’t stand to be around my family, particularly not my children, and making up with my husband would only mean that my overwhelming fetish would return.
I feel a familial draw and obligation, and I know intrinsically that I would do anything for her, but I don’t get a rush of endorphins from seeing her.
He was happy to indulge my fantasies and support my dreams of being a mother as many times as we could, both physically and financially.
The first time I actually got pregnant, it was like an entirely new world had been opened to me.
At one point, he called in sick four days in a row to stay home and make love to me.
Luckily having an eight-month-pregnant wife helped with that story!