So, it’s apparently common knowledge that I’m a bit of an embellisher. What can I say? My family motto is “Always leave a story better than you found it.” Which wouldn’t be such a big deal, except for the fact that my sister had no idea that my feet really are as swollen as I’ve been saying they are. Until she saw me in person and promptly screamed and ordered me to put my legs up.
I’m not exactly proud of how my feet look these days, but I would like to milk the maximum amount of pity from my situation.
So, without further ado, this is what my feet look like at the end of a work day.
And this is what my feet look like when I make good use of the reclining sofa on display at Costco while Kristian shops.
I think that the other swollen girl in my yoga class put it best when she said, “I look down at my feet and it’s like they belong to somebody else.” In my case, it feels a bit like I look down at my feet and they belong to a rhinoceros.
Wow. Congratulations on scaring your sister!
Holy cow!! I’d be chilling in that recliner, too!
Wow! You have Flinstone puffy feet!
You poor thing! Oy! At least you can make light of it and you know that the result of all the puffiness will be a cute, wonderful and healthy baby.
Holy Water Balloons inside your skin, Batgirl!
I think you need to bring a comfy, inflatable mat to Bourne so you can lie on the floor and elevate your feet on the wall at all times. Or at least at all times when not eating or walking or swimming. In fact, bring two mats so we can lie next to you and chat!
It’s not easy to do, but I managed to do it!
I’m now chilling on my glider with our baby!!! Extra bonus points – my feet started going back to normal last night. They feel AMAZING.
Not any more! Yesss!
You are so right! And she is just as cute, wonderful and healthy as I’d hoped!!!!
They are starting to go back to normal! Yessss!!!!! You can now see where they got all bruised from the rolls around my ankles rubbing up against each other. Yikes!