Toenails Painted? Check.

My co-worker who most recently gave birth is from Montana. I've never seen her in makeup or a skirt. As I don't wear makeup to work either, it surprised me when she asked yesterday if I had painted my toenails yet. I couldn't stop giggling because sure enough, I painted them on Saturday as the Braxton Hicks increased. She painted hers too only days before giving birth. There's something about the image of painted toenails in stirrups that makes it a little more acceptable.

It's a rainy day here but you don't want to hear about that, you want to know when the baby is coming. Unfortunately, I don't think it's going to be today.

My "nesting" has moved out of the house and to the car where I am getting a dent removed that we've had since last fall (it wasn't our fault - I swear). I also would like to get it cleaned. Fortunately the interior is in pretty good shape but could use a once over.

I've become a very light sleeper but that's to be expected. I'm looking forward to my doctor's appointment on Thursday so I can find out if The Baby is engaged (Who comes up with these terms? "Engaged" reminds of of fighter pilots and you know that "Football Hold" was not coined by a woman).