A few weeks ago, I had my first pregnancy hormone-fueled dream. It was sexy and racy and (admittedly) enjoyable and also TOTALLY LEGAL, because it featured my husband. And then, a few nights later, I had another one. It was equally exciting, but this time, instead of Dave, it involved some other (donât get me wrong, totally hot) guy. And even though nobody took off their clothes or anything (BOOOOOO), I woke up the next morning feeling just the SLIGHTEST bit guilty. I mean, yes, the subconsciou
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