I have become such a whore.

That’s right.  My husband finally got me knocked up, and apparently I want nothing to do with him anymore.

Surprised?

Well don’t be.

This has happened before.

In fact, the last time I was pregnant, I slept with a few of my husband’s co-workers.
Not one.  A few.  And sometimes all in one night.

See?

Whore.

Now this news may be a bit disturbing and quite shocking to most of you, so imagine if you will the level of turmoil swirling around in my head. Like a hurricane, nothing will stop me on this path of destruction.

I mean, it is not as if I go around looking to cheat on him.  Nor do I want to.

It just happens.

Four years ago, after my first transgression, I broke the news to my husband. He discovered me with sweat glistening all over my body, as my chest rose up and down in heavy breaths.  Still in a daze, I struggled to piece together the words to tell him I had just slept with his boss.

That did not go over well.

But the amazing man he is, he forgave me.  And over the years I have overcome the guilt by digging my heels deeply beside our vows.  So deep, that I have managed to lose my shoes, and my mind, yet again.

This weekend, I slept with someone else.

Actually, I slept with five other men. None of which I knew.

In one night.

Perhaps it’s because my husband and I have had to transition from months of holy-crap-I’m-ovulating-and-it’s-been-3-hours-since-we-did-it, to now weeks of abstinence.  And I have yet to receive the green light from my Ob/Gyn to consummate this pregnancy.

So this latest bout of infidelity has been stressful for a number of reasons.

However, surprisingly this time my husband does not even care. He is completely un-phased.  As if he anticipated this train making this unscheduled stop.  He just lies beside me in bed and rolls his eyes as I fall into a hot, steamy slumber.