random updates

1. I like having my toenails painted, but I haven't painted them for the past two years or so. First because I had read that the fumes might possibly interfere with conception, and then because I had read that the fumes might possibly affect early fetal brain development. Not being one to take chances, I went polish-less for quite some time. But last night I finally got the nerve up to paint them again (yay!), even though I can barely reach my feet at this point. It was quite the feat to get the polish on my feet (ha ha) - but I didn't do a terrible job, if I do say so myself! It so nice to have my familiar old polished toes back again.

2. As Mike oh-so-lovingly pointed out to me this evening, I'm now outgrowing maternity clothes. Great. This could be a long 7 (+/-2) more weeks!

(sorry I don't have a photo of my belly sticking out from under my shirt today. You'll just have to take my word for it, since I have now officially retired that shirt from my rotation of clothing. Even one of my clients said to me today, "I think your baby got a lot bigger in the last week."  Sigh.)


3. Speaking of clothes, Baby has waaaaay more cute (tiny!) outfits to wear than I ever thought possible! Last weekend Mike finished washing them all in baby-safe detergent, then I began sorting them in their labeled sizes (newborn, 0-3 mo, 6 mo, etc.) only to discover that sizing is completely inconsistent from brand to brand! Did you know that a 3-mo Carter's is totally different from a 3-mo Old Navy is totally different from a 3-mo Gerber? Ugh! So, needing something pointless to worry about, I immediately latched on to the fear that we'd sort them all by their labels, but then when Baby got big enough to progress to the next size, many of them would be too small and she'd be unable to wear half the cute outfits she's gotten! I thus rapidly turned the clothes-sorting task into an exercise in perfectionism, arranging each item of clothing in order of size. Here's a photo of the project midway through, exhibiting the 15 or so different sizes that we have:

Mike did not think it was nearly as much "fun" as I did, but he very gamely helped me in order to keep the crazy neurotic side of me somewhat in check. Now instead of having neatly labeled baskets of clothing in Baby's closet, we have a hodge-podge of tiny, small, medium, and large sizes. We'll see how this goes...