The worst part of this pregnancy? Fat feet.
I’m lucky. It’s been easy so far. Reeeaaally easy. No morning sickness, no wacky cravings, no crazy hormonal mood swings. (Please don’t hate me.) The only symptoms or side effects or whatever you call them have been extreme fatigue in the early months, mild carpal tunnel syndrome and ridiculously swollen feet.
The swelling started in July and hasn’t let up at all. There are many days when my ankle bones cease to exist, and I now have firsthand knowledge of what “cankles” look like. They’re real, and they’re scary. My toe ring had to be forcibly removed. I had to buy new shoes a full size larger than usual. Let’s hope my feet shrink back down to their normal size after baby arrives, because if I can’t fit into my favorite boots…many, many tears will be shed.
Fortunately, no one cares if I wear flip-flops to work every day. Clearly, they haven’t seen my ankles.
I decided that if my feet were going to be twice their normal size, then I might as well treat myself to a pedicure. (Thanks to Linda and Katie for the birthday gift certificate that enabled this luxury!)
Notice I didn’t include all of my feet in the picture. You’re welcome.