“My husband, Adam* and I were thrilled when we found out that we were going to have a baby.
We had been trying for a couple of years to fall pregnant naturally and were close to giving up, so to discover that we were going to be parents the following year was music to our ears.
But my happiness was short-lived because just over eight months into the pregnancy, I learnt that my husband of four years was having an affair.
A shocking discovery
Not long after I found out I was expecting, my sex life took a hit.
Even though I knew it was safe for pregnant women to have sex, I didn’t want to jinx my pregnancy, so I initiated sex with Adam a lot less often and turned down sex with him on more than a few occasions.
We still engaged in other forms of sexual intimacy, though, like oral sex, but I figured he understood where I was coming from and didn’t have a problem with me wanting to skip sex.
As my belly grew I also felt less attractive. They say that a pregnant woman is a sexy woman but I didn’t feel that way.
I moved around awkwardly, felt fatigued half the time, had swollen ankles and felt extremely bloated, and experienced a bad case of acne.
I also stopped wearing figure-hugging outfits and sexy underwear, and lounged around the house or went out in oversized, tent-like dresses.
I looked horrible most days, like a blimp covered in pimples, and sex was the last thing on my mind.
By my seventh month, my husband and I hadn’t had sex in more than four months.
Around this time, I also noticed that he seemed distant but put it down to work stress.
A few weeks before I was due, an old neighbour told me that she saw Adam in Johor Bahru. He was shopping with a woman who clearly wasn’t me. I was gobsmacked.
When I told her that she must’ve spotted a man who only looked like Adam, she replied that her husband had taken photos of the pair.
She said that they didn’t want to get involved in my marital issues, but they had actually seen Adam on more than one occasion with the same mystery woman. She insisted that there was no mistake about it.
When she showed me the photos on her phone, I felt so weak and light-headed that I had to sit down.