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Aloha, I'm Donna, known everywhere on the Internet as "Champuru." I'm a Christian, blissfully wedded to my perfect match (the yang to my yin) of 15 years and a stay-at-home mom to my miracle baby, born in October 2008. Living life in Hawaii, less than 5 miles from my hometown, seeking balance in her pursuit of family, faith, recreation, and rest. Read more on the About page.

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Time for a pedicure

As my tummy grows, it is becoming increasingly difficult to do simple tasks like cutting my own toenails. The strange thing is that I don’t seem to have a problem getting to the toes on my left foot, but the little piggies on the right seem to be just out of reach. I guess it has something to do with being more flexible on the left for some unknown reason.

The other night, as I was resorting to contortionist moves to trim my toenails, Hubby freaked out. “Don’t twist too much! Is that going to hurt the baby?” he said, “why don’t you get a pedicure?”

Sure, most women would jump at the chance to get a pedicure — especially with their hubby’s blessing, but not me. I’m not much of a manicure/pedicure/spa treatment kind of gal. Frankly, I’d rather get a prenatal massage instead. A pedicure just seems like a frivolous expense right now as we’re trying to save money for more important things. And besides, I think I have the weirdest looking toes and I don’t want a stranger touching my feet. (*ahem* The real reason comes out.)

“Why don’t you cut it for me?” I asked, extending my toes his way. I knew Hubby will do anything for me. In fact, he gave me daily shots in the buttocks for months on end for my in vitro treatments, so cutting my toenails would seem like a small favor to ask.

But, perhaps I’ve stumbled upon one of the few things that Hubby would prefer to defer to a professional. That and maybe administering a bikini wax. Truth be told, when he wields a toenail clipper, he’s a little dangerous.

I know if I insisted, he would comply — sweating bullets the entire time, being extra careful not to cut it too short/crooked. But, I suppose I should just embrace the opportunity for pampering while I can. In a few months, it will be all about the baby and I might find myself dying for a pedicure.

Do you have a favorite place to get a pedicure? It has to be a clean and reputable place. I’ve heard horror stories about people getting foot fungus from soaking in a dirty foot bath. That is even more horrifying to me than showing a stranger my weird toes.

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