Footsie-Wootsie

With all of the awkward, uncomfortable, and just plain undignified aspects of child birth, one thing that I insist upon is at least having well-groomed tootsies to look at if I have to stare at them in those horrid stirrrups during labor.

When I informed Aaron that I wanted to get pedicures with my best friend (referring to him, of course), he feigned a slight objection to save face, but, truth be told, it didn't take much arm-twisting to talk him into a joining me for a little pampering.