"I found a few spicy pictures!"

We have an agreement that porn is okay and looking is okay. So I wasn't phased by this.
The two anime pics were pretty hot.

"You really like that 'bottom boob' thing, don't you?" I ask, half jokingly, since I already know the answer. We know each other sexually inside and out.

"I do!!" He answered gleefully. "I know you don't like, like, halter tops that stop like, right here..." He gestures right under the chest area.
"And like, you don't know if they'll ride up and.. you know."

I know my husband is happy when he starts talking like a 12 year old school girl.
But that comment is the one that breaks the mood for me.

I can't wear shirts like that, and have issues showing my huge belly in the first place.

For that matter, my boobs aren't perky enough for that kind of shirt. Inside of sitting correctly in a mini shirt that ends at the bottom of the breast, my nipples would probably dangle out of the bottom.

*sigh*

The wonders of motherhood and how it kills so much of my sex drive.