THIS LITTLE PIGGY...

Not sure if I mean my toes or my belly! Lately one of my favorite past times is to watch my belly move, sometimes I think his punches and kicks are so hard he's trying to make an early escape and jump right out like that scene in "Alien"! But so far as strong as his kicks and punches feel, they do little more than make my stomach jump and roll. It's crazy and fun to watch though. And as you can tell by the above home-alone-and-bored-picture, I can still see my toes. Not bad considering I officially entered the third trimester this week. Can you believe we are that close to our due date? Yet still no name. We have each had some suggestions but so far have only vetoed each others ideas. "Is it just me or is Veto starting to sound good?" Haha, and a gold star to whoever can name where that quote came from. And just to take advantage of my ability to still see my toes I did make the effort to paint them. Was not easy and not sure if I will be able to do that much longer; bending over is not the most comfortable thing to do. J has offered to attempt painting them later so I don't go the hospital with ugly feet. What a sweet husband. I know those of you with kids already are thinking my toes are the last thing I am going to care about when it's labor time, and I am sure you are probably right. However, I figure before the joy of meeting our little one there will be some not so pleasant or pretty happenings to be blunt and if I can at least have one part of me that looks halfway decent I will take it. So I believe I will be taking J up on his offer soon. For now I am headed to the kitchen for a snack, I'm getting a little munchie. Guess I was talking about my belly after all, heehee!