Yesterday I painted my toe nails for the first time this season. I'd been putting it off because despite the warmer temperatures, it's still not exactly flip flop weather. Then yesterday I got out the nail clippers because even if I wasn't ready to paint, the nails really needed clipping. It was that action that made me realise the window for painting them myself is quickly disappearing along with my waistline.
I'm 24 weeks along and my weekly email tells me the baby is now the size of a papaya. That's a surprise since it seems more like there's a watermelon in there but I'll take their word for it. I'm loving my growing belly and I look forward to the nightly dance party that the baby hosts. As much as I love getting bigger, sleeping on my stomach, easily bending over the tub to wash Oliver and putting on my own socks is getting harder every day.
In the end I was successful in maneuvering around the papaya and I now have pretty pink toenails. I think unless Nick decides to step up and help me out when I need a touch up, the next time they will look this good will be when I get to indulge in a professional pedicure down south. I really can't wait for that day, the place I go has these amazing reclining chairs and heated booties!