Therefore I have to remember not to put my hands on my belly – as if it was a tabletop – and then paint my nails.
Because when Keegan gave me a hell of a mighty kick, my nails got smudged lah!
Also, I don’t think I should get too used to propping ice cream tubs, cups, calculators and other miscellaneous stuff on my bump.
I will definitely greatly miss the convenience having a “portable table”, but I think this might quantify as child abuse in certain states of America.
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