Not very long ago, in order to get to work on time, I would have to get dressed in the bathroom with the door shut, because if I walked around in my underwear in front of my new husband, Ted, I knew I would definitely be late for work. Yes, we were that frisky. Flash forward to one morning last week, when Ted looked at me - all freshly lotioned and curvy with pregnancy, in a striped tank bra and matching panties - and declared, "You look like a Dr Seuss character!" before kissing me on the cheek and leaving for work.
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