My Unconventional Pregnancy Journey
No, I wasn't satisfied with just that one time. The truth is, that time was the opening door to all the others, even though my husband didn't want to vary positions too much. Until the seventh month, we only used the pregnancy pillow, but after that, my belly grew bigger, and the position became uncomfortable for me. So, we tried other positions, but we engaged in each one at different times – it may sound strange, but let me explain. In my eighth month of pregnancy, I practically created the "Rule of Three" with my husband.
In the morning, before getting up, it was a must that Carlos made love to me from the side while my belly rested on my pregnancy pillow. It was a wonderful position that gave me a delightful sense of relaxation, making me fall asleep shortly after. However, during lunchtime, I needed something more intense, and since I still had to work, I would rush to my husband's office and sit on top of him on the floor of his room. There, my orgasms were intense, and I moaned without any fear of being heard. And at night, of course, I needed more variety, so I researched positions on the internet that would be pleasurable for me, and that's when I discovered the "Snake Trap," a Kama Sutra position. I would sit on Carlos, facing him, and we'd both hold onto each other's foot, swaying back and forth in an exciting rocking motion that brought me to the ultimate pleasure.
That's how we were leading our life until I reached forty weeks of pregnancy. Marisol, weighing three kilos, was healthy, and so was I, ready for her birth. Rúbia had scheduled my cesarean section, as I didn't want to go through all the ordeal of natural birth, and Carlos was certain that he would be by my side just like the first time. He would have been, except that on that night, his phone rang, and he answered, completely changing our fate:
"Rubens, can't you wait one more week?" Carlos questions, lying next to me. He wipes his forehead, nervous, as he listens to his boss's senseless arguments. "My daughter is due in a few days. We already scheduled the c-section, and everything is set... Rubens... Look... Alright, alright," my husband ends the call. He takes a deep breath and then turns to me, saying, "Rubens booked my flight for tomorrow morning. I urgently need to go to Lisbon because it seems that the person responsible there has lost two crucial contracts that were essential for us to establish ourselves in the region. Damn it!"
"So, the marvelous Duny couldn't handle it?" I snap, annoyed. "And now you have to pay the price?"
"It's not so simple to manage a new region, Dália," Carlos replies, receiving a fierce glare from me.
"No, no, and no! Don't you dare defend that woman in my bed!" I say, struggling to get up.
"I'm not defending anyone; I was just explaining..."
"Did you explain to Rubens that Marisol is about to be born?" I question, annoyed by his audacity.
"I tried, but he said it's crucial to bet that I'll be back in a week..."
"You know that Marisol will be born before that. The c-section is scheduled!" I say, pacing back and forth. "I don't know if I can bring our daughter into the world without you here."
"What do you want me to do?" my husband asks, getting up from the bed. He comes closer to me and hugs me tightly. I wanted to cry.
"I don't know, but I can't bring this child into the world alone."
"You know I'd do anything to be here by your side," my husband says.
"Then stay," I plead, resting my head on his shoulder. "Stay with me..."
My husband kisses me and leads me back to bed. This time, we didn't do the snake trap; instead, we opted for the good old missionary position. We looked at each other, touched each other as if it were a farewell. It was something so intimate and personal that it's hard to describe how I felt in Carlos's arms at that moment – a mixture of longing, fear, and love. After making love, we fell asleep, and an hour later, I felt an intense urge to go to the bathroom. That's when I realized that my water had broken. I shook my husband with all my strength, forcing him to wake up, and then I said:
"It's time. Marisol is coming."
***
Carlos walks back and forth through the house, desperate, as he needs to pack his suitcase, wake up Juan, and take me to the hospital. While my husband acts like a madman looking for things, I walk to my closet and put on the floral dress I bought for that moment. I sit at the dressing table and adjust my hair, then go to the bathroom for my morning hygiene. I leave my room and go to our daughter's room, where I pick up the suitcase I prepared three weeks ago and take it to the living room. I grab the car and house keys and place them on the side table. After that, I go to Juan's room, wake him up carefully, change his clothes, and fix his hair. His little eyes open, and he looks at me with a smile. He touches my face and says:
"Sister?"
"Yes, it's time," I reply, kissing him on his forehead. "Are you happy?" I ask, receiving a cheerful nod from Juan. "Okay, now let's help Papi."
I put my son on the floor, hold his hand, and lead him to the living room as well. I lock the doors, the windows, check if the central heater is off, as well as the electronic devices. I go to the patio and admire the still-dark and starry sky. I slowly caress my belly; something deep inside tells me that I need to cherish every memory of that moment as if it were the last time. I enjoy those last moments of my big belly.
"Dália!" Carlos calls from the patio door. "Where are the house keys? The car keys? Your maternity bag? Juan?"
"I've already put everything in the living room and checked all the rooms," I calmly reply. I walk towards my husband and kiss him before saying, "Calm down, Papi. It's time to go."
"Okay, Mamá. You're in charge."
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