i guess i spoke too soon. whether in response to my smug optimism or just to the extra 25 pounds i’m carrying around, my feet have decided to go on strike. in their place, they’ve sent in two blobby masses that can’t really do anything except wince and tingle (that’s how i know they are, in fact, alive…the tingling).
i guess this is where the “pregnancy shoes” come in handy. alexis and i have been wearing them since ilsa went on maternity leave, but only for fun. i can now see where the extra thick padding will come in handy. it’s either that or nursing shoes, and i’m not ready to give my spiffy image up just yet, especially with less than a month left at work.
other things i’ve read you can do for swelled up feet– eat watermelon (yum! but is it in season? does watermelon have a season??); keep your feet elevated at work (no problem there, i’ll just prop them up on my extra desk space. oh wait, i don’t have a desk or space or extra any thing…); and…what was the 3rd one? oh, yeah!! have your partner, i mean MAKE your partner, massage them. (hmmm. i should probably take bentley to get his claws trimmed first.)
i hope for his sake and mine that watermelon is indeed in season.