Another Sunday night of no sleep but I am not going to whine this time. Whining led to antsy parents & in-laws all week and that wasn’t fun for TH and I. We landed up devising plans to reassure them which is an added pressure of us having to reassure each other considering our long distance situation. Anyhoo today after lunch as usual I sat with my nail kit to start with my weekly removal and replacement of polish. I was impatient to file my nails and cut them close. TH as usual wanted to make fun of my weekly ritual but this time he asked me to clip his feet nails cuz he had not last week. They weren’t really long by even my standards for guys(who are supposed to have short clean nails) but I agreed to do it. My ulterior motive was to tickle his feet. grownup BUT whatevah! Not that I haven’t noticed it earlier but I said aloud to TH that he had huge feet. Little star’s feet are not Cinderella sized eitherĀ  but I realized that Baby stars are going to be born with size 3 feet. I secretly want the in-law genes for small feet. Wishing before Baby star is created. Hope that’s enough time for God to custom make Baby Star.

I cut TH’s nails without ticking him since Baby Star clouded my normal thought process. My deep red polish was all over my cuticles when I felt Baby Star kicking me with size 3 feet.

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