Random Thought Number 5

As I am obsessing over this love essay, seriously letting it consume every moment of every day until it is done, I am thinking a lot of my love for my husband. I wonder how many stares we would get if we had a passionate make-out session in public somewhere? Especially with my protruding belly. Not an extremely racy, grabby kind of make-out session, just a lot of kissing. People don't really ever do that. Why not?