5 Reasons Maternity Sex Is The Greatest Sex To Have

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When I got pregnant, I was actively trying to not get pregnant. Meaning I put on Jill Scott—mistake number one, did the deed—mistake number two and then took Plan B the next morning, mistake number three.

Plan B was a mistake because what I didn’t know at the time is that Plan B is less effective in women over 150 pounds. My weight was definitely above that, and six weeks later I’d resigned myself to gaining at least another 30 pounds. Was I happy about this?

No—but also yes.

Here’s the deal: The weight gain was a result of pregnancy. Unbeknownst to me, I was trying to prevent pregnancy when I was already pregnant. So, I couldn’t get *re*impregnated.

However, my newly-pregnant status meant I was free to have all the safe, yet unprotected, maternity sex I wanted.  And trust me, I wanted to have pregnancy sex. Specifically, second trimester pregnancy sex. I was explicitly on bed rest during the end of my first trimester so once the second trimester came around, I was ready to have the most pleasurable sex with my partner. Here’s why.

1) I Was Already Pregnant So It Couldn’t Happen Again.

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I feel like this is hands down the best reason to have pregnancy sex. I’d already done the deed, and the risk of getting pregnant was eliminated. All sex was now in the clear.

2) The orgasms. THE ORGASMS.

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Bay-bee. You have not known a climax until you’ve experienced a second trimester of pregnancy climax. The waves of pleasure made me forget about what was coming down the road in the following 12 weeks. The science: there was extra blood pumping through my body because I was literally making a human. The extra blood was flowing into all parts of my body meaning the friction was… amplified. I don’t think I need to tell you the rest—but yeah, maternity sex.

3) Yoga Breaths

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When the big O comes along the toes curl, your eyes close so tight you swear you just met God and you begin to hyperventilate like someone just told you Idris Elba wants to be the father of your next child. No? Just me? Cool, cool, cool. BUT, I learned to control those breaths, and take deep yoga breaths through it all. Not only did I prolong my orgasm, but I was also practicing the breathing techniques that were going to get me through labor. Now, I ended up having a c-section but having a panic attack midway through – those breaths came in handy to calm myself down. So breathe deep and take it all in, babe. Yep – all of it.

4) That New-New

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TMI: Pre-pregnancy I was a master of the missionary (and I’m not talking about that special Sunday service at church), but then my belly got in the way and missionary was just as gone as the favorite jeans I used to wear. But it was all good because this just meant that I got to try out fun, new positions with my partner – or rather positions that we didn’t do often. But remember – all the nerve endings were heightened because there was more blood coursing through my body so those old positions I thought I hated were actually the new positions that had me hollering for sweet, Black, Baby Jesus.

5. From the BIG O to the Deep Z

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No, I’m not referring to a newfound erogenous zone buried deep within our vagina (that’s the A spot), I’m talking about the deepest, longest, best sleep I’d ever had. I know you thought I was going somewhere else with that, but stay with me. My body was using mass amounts of energy to make a tiny human being. I was expending *more* energy to have a big orgasm. All of that spent energy culminating in a mind-blowing second trimester orgasm knocked my behind all the way out. And please trust and believe that I wanted that deep sleep because I knew that as soon as the baby arrived, I could kiss all of that shut-eye goodbye.

Now go forth, have maternity sex and enjoy lots of orgasms, mama!

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