Wednesday, September 24, 2008
25 weeks and feeling beaten and battered from a ridiculously long day of work.
Yesterday my normlly-size-8.5 feet were swollen and strangled by the time I got to work. By the time lunch rolled around, I was practically in tears. I do a lot of walking at school... pretty much all day long. I'm a social critter and would much rather walk down the hall to ask someone a question in person than pick up the phone and stare at the wall while I speak. At some point (like, ohhh, today) this will have to stop, but for now, when I can, I zip all over the place and in the end get to enjoy ice cream whenever I please!
Anyway, by lunch time I'd had it and ventured out for a pair of replacement kicks. I ended up with a pair of size 9 brown mary janes and a similar pair of black Skechers, both of which felt amazing on my pudgy piggies. I thought I'd laughed in the face of pregnancy and was a step ahead of the swelling that was to come. I kicked off my black shoes in the car and slipped into the Skechers (adjustable strap and all) and sighed long and loud.
This morning I got dressed for work, excited that I finally had some comfy brown shoes and a new pair of khakis, thus pretty much doubling my entire wardrobe. But as I attempted to "slip" my tootsies into the shoes... they no longer fit. They fit great in the store 15 hours earlier! Now it felt like I was shoving a 20 pound sausage into a change purse. Not happenin.
With no other options and not much time, I made an emergency stop at Target and found some heavenly ballet flats for $14.99. I bee-lined to the Pharmacy area and picked up a pair of Dr. Scholls inserts (I'm no idiot). As my crippled feet climbed back into the car with just 5 minutes to spare, I took those size 10's out of the box and dove into pure divinity:)