Today, I decided that I would try to paint my toes. Yes, I am an idiot. The last time I did this, it was before the shower and it went so well that I haven't needed to do a refresh just yet. Even though Bethany and Phillip's dear friends got me a gift certificate to get my toes done, it is easier just to do it on my own verses find the time to step away and have someone else do it. I figure I would save that for when I am on leave of absence from work, allowing myself to be pampered a little.
The difference between my personal pregnancies is night and day to now. When carrying Gregory and Meade, at about 7 months, I could barely put my own socks on anymore and Jacob typically did it for me. Here I am almost 9 months pregnant taking on the task of doing my toe nails. I'm crazy. I will say it was not as difficult as I expected. I had to take several breaks - especially in getting the old paint off. No wonder why it still looked pretty good - that stuff was a bear to remove!
As I look at my toes now, they are pretty and the job is done. There is a lot of residual paint all around the toes, but that will get taken care of in the shower. What an accomplishment! Woohoo!
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