Oh! That's a good one.... my toe nails.... they are soooo long I seriously need to cut them but just can't do it!!! DH won't go near em'!!
Although i can't complain as DH has been making me a bath every night
So i guess..... you know you're heavily pregnant when -
* you have to pay someone to cut your toe nails!! Looks like its a pedicure for me next week!
...when you don't even bother with reverse parking because its too hard to turn around to look where you're going...today I just did a dodgy nose park and put my hazard lights on. If anyone asked, I was going to point to the giant bump and say..."definite road hazard".
When working out whether the noise you hear on the tin roof is rain or not... you load up the met bureau's rain radar because you're sitting at the computer, and the windows to the outside world are just too far away...
When you have to use the handles in your car to grab hold of to slide your A$$ across the seat and manouevre yourself in,
When you give up wearing shoes n sox and live in thongs and have a different pair for each day cos you cant bend over to get your shoes.
Your 14EE bra doubles as a insinkerator and actually could be patented as a perfectly good food recycling/storing service,when you remove it at night you see the contents of the days meals
When you uare half asleep and try n roll over in bed or get up for a pee only to realise that your pregnant and the only way up is sideways slowly,this also counts for manouvering out of any chair/couch.
When you actually consider buying incontinence pants for adults cos your sick of peeing every 5 mins or when you arrive somewhere the homing beacon for a toilet is on red alert
You ask DH to wax your legs for you (which you know will be more painful than the shop lady) because the thought of driving down to the mall and getting them done requires a nap in itself.
You never knew you owned THAT many pillows! and your bed and couch look like a harem due to them all being there.
you could get dressed........ but whats the point?
you keep walking your bump into a chair or bench and hitting it thinking you surely had more room than that... at least a metre!
the amount of people that say things like "oh you look ready to hatch, pop, go, or *insert any other term of expulsion of the baby out of the womb here*"
when the shop lady asks how far you have to go and they have a shocked look on their face and say "and you are still able to go out?" like it looks physically impossible to stand up straight with all that weight out the front.
If you try to look down and see if your bikini line has ingrown hairs (from the wax 30 weeks ago!) and you feel nauseas cos you are nearly upside down and choking on your belly.
your cat sleeps on your bump and is so used to it that she doesnt bat an eyelid when she gets a kick in the face from said bump.
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