Five months have passed, and Ashley will be home in four weeks. I couldn’t be happier. I haven’t told her about the baby yet, I just don’t want to do it through a letter, I want to tell her to her face. I want to see her facial expression when she sees me. There is no way she won’t be able to tell I’m pregnant. I’m now five months along, and very very pregnant. I have been to the Doctor several times since my first appointment and they tell me the baby is due: June 18^th, I’m not sure what the sex is. I want to know but I also want it to be a surprise, I feel like in a way that if I don’t know, when Ashley gets home it will be something we can share together about our baby. I love thinking about me and Ashley having a tiny little child that is part of both of us that we created together. It just seems that sharing that with Ashley will be the greatest point in our relationship. Ashley will get to spend the last three months of my pregnancy with me, which is really exciting and good, because that is probably when I will need her the most.

I have plans for when Ashley gets home, I have waited to make all the important decisions until she can help me. I want to pick out the crib and colors for the room and pick out baby names together, those are just some things I can’t do by myself… well more like things I don’t want to do by myself. There is one other thing I know that we will be doing as soon as she gets home. Having hot sex, and lots and lots of it. My pregnancy hormones have been going crazy, I have been so horny lately but I don’t have anyone to take care of my needs. I have unfortunately had to turn to the toys in my bedside drawer. It sucks but me and Ashley WILL definitely be making up for lost time.

I actually just got letter in the mail from Ashley this morning; I tear into the paper, eager to see what she has to say.