My husband was going to be ordained, so I felt the need to pamper myself a little. After last Thursday, I felt a great need to do so. On Saturday, I informed my husband of the intention of getting a manicure. We did some haggling over the price of manicures and when he realized I wasn't going to bankrupt him, he gladly told me to take off. I got the directions to the nail center and grabbed my purse. As I was walking out the door, I looked back at him and said, "I think I might get a pedicure, too." Running out the door as fast as possible, I could hear his pathetic wail and giggled. I wasn't sure I was going to get a pedicure for sure until I got there. There he was standing behind the counter......the devil in the form of a Korean man. I told him I wanted to get a manicure. He took one look at me and asked, "Would you like a pedicure, too?" I turned to look at the price list, but the dang thing blurred in front of my eyes. I turned to look at him. His eyebrows were pointy and he had that evil smile on his face. "Yeah, you get a pedicure, too, ey?" he said. I looked over at the chairs ready and waiting for my feet to be enveloped by the warm, bubbly whirlpool bath. I remembered the first time I got a pedicure for my sister's wedding last November. I swallowed the lump in my throat and in a little, squeaky voice whispered, "Yes, please." I told myself this would be the only time I would do this for the year anyway. I made myself feel better by thinking about all the other women who get regular manicures and pedicures. I still came out of the nail center feeling as if I got away with something very naughty (insert British accent). I drove home in a state of uneasiness. I alternated from giggling nervously and singing the wrong words to a song. When I got home, my father-in-law had arrived for the weekend. I breathed a sigh of relief. I realized my husband couldn't very well blast me in front of his father once he saw the perfectly painted toes. He did see them and asked how much it cost me. I just looked at him sheepishly and said, "I couldn't help it. The devil made me do it." To all you hard-working moms out there, I heartily recommend at least a yearly pedicure if you can get away with it.
They instructed me to make sure I have a full bladder on arriving for my ultrasound. Ha. I almost laughed in their faces. Pregnant me plus a full bladder equals a disaster. On my son's birthday back in March, I had to drive all the kids home afterward. I had drunk a lot of water and couldn't believe I had forgotten what happens to me when I drink too much water with no bathroom nearby when I'm pregnant. I counted the minutes till I got home all the while breaking the law and speeding trying to keep in mind not to drive too recklessly screaming at the poky people in front of me. It brought to mind the very first time I experienced a full bladder as a pregnant woman. It was my first baby and my husband was in the Air Force. So, when we had an ultrasound we went to the Academy in Colorado Springs. They told me to drink an astronomical amount of water before I came. I did so and then we started out for the half hour drive to the hospital. By the time we were on the ...
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