So I started to sleep with a friend from work. He's got three healthy little boys at home, so I knew he was a good candidate and I've known him for a long time so I knew I can trust him.
Well, now I'm pregnant. And I'm so happy about that. But for whatever reason, the minute I found out I was pregnant was when I started to feel the guilt. Until then it just didn't seem real. I'm so sorry I cheated, honey, but I want this baby so much. And you think that this is the miracle we've been praying for, so it's not like I can tell you.
And even though I've broken it off (I think?), I still have feelings for John. It is so hard to see him every day at work. He's being good about things, but he is like an open door just waiting for me to walk back through it.
It was awkward at first (it was the first time either of us had cheated), but after that the "forbidden sex" was really good. It is so tough to look at him and not think about being with him. I should have been smarter and not picked someone from work.
This all seemed really simple going in. Just some reproductive sex until I got pregnant, then everything was supposed to go back to normal. Now everything is so complicated.


