So in July I got a pedicure with some girlfriends and I was introduced to the magic of O.P.I. nail polish. I bought some, and decided to pamper myself with more, to the point where I was trying a new one out every week until 2 weeks ago. I promised myself that I'd keep painting my toenails until I no longer could, at which point I'd stop (rather than get Matt to do it for me...he loves me for it. ;) )
Well, I've actually managed to paint my toenails right up until my due date! Quite the feat, if you ask me, although sitting cross-legged is pretty comfy to me. And it's worked out well because I few weeks ago I noticed that my polish-less nails look rather sorry, but I can only wear flip-flops right now so I'm waiting until the swelling goes down in my feet (post-baby) to retire the nail polish for the winter months.
But that might all change now. I've stubbed my toes a few times over the last few months, but today I really stubbed it. As in, took a chunk off of my big toenail to the point where it bled. And the ironic thing? It didn't even hurt like other times I've stubbed my toes, but it still happened 2 days past my due date, so the chances of my nail recovering before this baby is born? Slim to none, I'd say.
And now this is where it gets really ridiculous, but I really liked the thought of being in labour and having hot toenails. I'm talking, I'll paint them bright red in early labour if I have to.
And then I go and take a chunk out of it right before!
Go figure.
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