:: Irony ::

I painted baby's room over the last two day. It's something that's been on my list of things to do since week 20, when we found out we were having a boy, and ten weeks later I am so glad I finally just took two days off from the dissertation and preparing for class and everything else and just got it done. It's a nice, soothing medium brown that will go well with the predominantly red and white and off-white animal-themed stuff we've selected for the nursery. I can't wait to get the room all put together.

But anyway, I just couldn't help but notice the irony: I painted baby's entire room, floor to ceiling, and just this week discovered that I can no longer reach my feet comfortably or predictably enough to paint my own toenails.