Today I successfully cut my toenails with a great deal of discomfort. I am about six months pregnant. I don't think I look that extended in the nude. Now if I don't wear the right clothes I definitely look frumpy. Supposedly I have a uterus the size of a soccer ball, which I suggest you try bending over with a large mass tucked under your abdominal muscles. However, there are alterations that can be made to avoid grunting in a fashion that sounds like I am out of shape. So that your legs are not pressing into you abdomen at a 90 degree bend spread the legs apart allowing the stomach to essentially slide between the legs at the pivot. This is very useful and it also works out the quads. What I have still not managed is the perfect reclining position. I have varicose veins that are now developing a bulge. I am reluctantly wearing my anti-embolism stockings, but I am also suppose to be elevating my legs. Well, this is where I am placed in a compromised position again. Elevating my legs while sitting up to read or write means legs are pressing into my baby and I feel out of breath.
Today I decided I needed to accomplish cutting my toenails because I did not want my nails to rip through my beloved stockings. This proved very difficult. I tried to modify my technique of bending over and sitting indian style while slightly leaning back to use the lamp light. Only problem is this position set me up perfectly for clipping my large toe, but placed me farther from my smaller toes. Just when I sucked it up to pursue my last pinky toe my 50 pound dog decided it was time to cuddle on my stomach, which is a discussion for a whole other subject: My dogs do not sense I am pregnant and like the extra cushion to rest on. Also, my largest dog thinks she is a lap dog. I did complete my nail clipping, but I think this will be my last attempt while pregnant. My husband has offered to shave my legs. I think I will hire him for toenails as well. I think I trust him.
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