No to the Toes

It’s official. No longer can I see my feet as I look down while standing up. A week ago, I was able to see the end bits of my toenails, specifically my polish, but I'm finding that things change weekly in pregnancy. So, goodbye to the toes and pretty polish! In fact, if I try and bend over to admire my flashy red polish or bend over to do anything else lately, I get reprimanded. Yes, that’s right. Lauren serves me a nice high jab in the rib cage every time as if I need the reminder of her already too-cramped space. This and other lively little acts inside my belly makes me think she’s going to have a feisty personality. I shared this with Henry and he was quick to respond that if she does, she gets that from me.

So, here's my current view when I look down ... no toes but I do have a nice round belly and someone to always talk to : )

And, as you can see, my favorite clothing lately includes Henry's comfy t-shirts from his West Point days.