That is true love...

For those of you that haven't been there, or at least not in a while, here's a little pregnancy tidbit: Not only do you feel like an unattractive whale once you get to the 3rd trimester of pregnancy, but certain limitations on your stretching and reaching capabilities prohibit you from some of the normal grooming habits you might otherwise regularly practice.

In other words, I can barely bend in the middle far enough to shave my legs much less paint my toes, and don't even get me started on the difficulties of "yardwork" when you can't see anything around your ginormous belly!

In response to this predicament, my darling and wonderful husband has yet again stepped to the plate masterfully! The talents he has perfected in the interest of assisting me in my various personal grooming regimens should probably qualify him for sainthood, if not a certified salon professional's license :))))

I can honestly say I never thought my definition of romance would encompass something like getting out the manicure kit or (god help us) the razor, but damned if it isn't the truth....

God I love that man.