This photo serves to prove to a few friends that I still wearing my heels well into my second trimester, as I had always said I would (wedges, heels… it’s all the same to me right now). I may or may not have slipped them off as soon as I sat down at my desk. And by slipped, I mean frustratingly fumbled with for 10 minutes because… well, just look at those contraptions.
And seriously, I don’t know what’s up with these pictures. My belly really is growing! It’s actually getting hard to do really normal things… like paint my toenails. This was never an issue before the belly, but now it’s getting to be such a chore. I guess I’ll just have to start going for real, professional pedicures again (OH WELL!) because let’s face it — no one wants to see these beasts without polish. I think even Justin will agree that those $20 will be well spent (well, he will once I shove my unpolished, un-pumiced Flintstone feet in his face. Then he’ll be begging ME to take the money and go. Brilliant.)
