I took off my socks yesterday and looked down only to find some other woman’s feet attached to my legs. These were puffy feet with smooth puffy ankles that went straight up into calves that showed no definition. I nearly cried over silly vain things- I have a party tonight and wanted to wear heels. How an earth will my newly fat feet fit in my cute low heeled Mary Jane’s? How ridiculous would my dress look with sneakers?
I sat on the ouch and propped my little sausage legs in the air and continued to stare. I felt like a Talking Heads song- These are not my beautiful legs! This is not my beautiful foot! And you may ask yourself- Well, how did I get here? (letting the days go by…water flowing underground…once in a lifetime…)
My dear sweet (big fat lying) husband said I did not have cankles. Then he gave me a foot massage which helped one of my ankles make a reappearance.
Today my swelling has gone down a bit, but I fear the 3rd trimester has more surprises in store for me!