I want to be lying on my side with your 11 pound baby pushing through my cervix, slowly inching forward and opening me little by little. I want your baby to slip back in everytime a contraction ends. I want to whimper in frustration and pain as I push again but your baby slips back in. To be stuck on my side gripping my tight belly as I pant like a bitch in heat. As my puffy lips spread around your baby's fat head. I want to moan and scream and lean into each push. I want to do it twice over. After all, you gave me triplets.
Something underrated that turns me on so much is when someone grabs on to a towel or curtain or piece of furniture while giving birth. Fully naked or clothed, clinging to a doorframe as they push with all their might. Squatting deep while they hold a towel or sheet over their head. Standing and grabbing on to a fence post as they start to crown outside. The possibilities are endless.
i love that stage where your just starting to be undeniably pregnant. the curve of all your t-shirts and the pull on the sides of the shirt, the fabric all bunched up. unconsciously rubbing your stomach thinking about the life inside you.