I have this theory that God is increasing my pain threshold little by little as I get older so that when the day comes to have a baby I have a (however small) chance of making it. Case in point:
2 months ago: stubbed my big toe, separated the nail from the bed
3 weeks ago: stubbed it again which took the nail completely off
1 day ago: dropped the corner of a heavy wooden dresser drawer full of clothes on... yes, my bare, nail-less toe.
I will now be buying stock in bandaids.