By now, we've absolutely perfected the roll. It's absolutely seamless; not a single beat is missed. He remains perfectly nestled inside of me. Having sex while pregnant always amazes me; two lives within me at once. Our son will be there for months yet, his father only for seconds.

He pulls my legs up against him. My eyes squeeze shut with pleasure as he begins to pound. The rug is rough against my bare back, such the contrast to the warm body enveloping me. He continues to thrust in to me and I'm at a loss of words. I moan and scream happily loud before reaching up to kiss him.

My last pregnancy resulted in a heightened sensitivity and a heightened sex drive. The last few weeks have seemed to indicate much the same. I look forward to it. I savour the way it makes me feel - he makes me feel - right now.

"Ewan!" I let slip a couple of Roshkind swears he had taught me years ago. "Fuck, oh, love. Ewan."