Look at those monsters. Doesn’t it kind of look like someone filled two latex gloves with water? Like there are little sausages tacked on to the end of a beanbag? See how the calf, the ankle, and the foot are all one continuous swollen mess with no discernible definition between them? That is the current state of my feet. And I’ve got 11 weeks to go.
[Disclaimer: I hate feet. They gross me out. I think they're the worst thing about humans. So if you hate feet anywhere near as much as I do, then I apologize for not warning you and making you look upon this hideousness.]
Anyway – last night I had a few too many brownies (I know, not on the diet…but I love chocolate) and this is what I woke up to this morning. Rock-solid, full-blown cankles. It usually takes a full day of activity to get them to swell up to these proportions. (I also woke up still full, since apparently my stomach is the size of a bean sprout.) And as if the cankles weren’t uncomfortable enough, I have a mosquito bite right on the back of my left ankle that itches like a mo-fo. I do take some comfort knowing that the sheer pressure the mosquito must have been met with when he pierced my enormously puffy ankle probably flung him across the room, simultaneously causing his insides to burst and flattening his blood-sucking hellbeast body against the wall. In fact, I’m almost certain that’s how it went down. Take that, mosquito.
Welcome to Week 29.
How far along? 29 weeks.
Total weight gain/loss: I can’t look.
Stretch marks? Thank god, still no.
Sleep: In spurts. I can’t seem to make it through a full night anymore.
Best moment this week: I made it through the GD test (the dreaded orange drink) at my OB’s office and didn’t barf. I was pretty psyched about that.
Movement: I can feel her all the time now. It’s awesome.
Food cravings: Brownies. ::hangs head in shame – sees cankles, averts eyes::
Gender: Girl.
Labor Signs: Happily not.
Belly Button in or out? It’s in, but it’s threatening to pop now.
What I miss: Still my hip bones. I’m going to add ankle bones to this list as well.
What I am looking forward to: Going to San Rafael this weekend.
Weekly Wisdom: As suspected, it does truly suck to be pregnant in the summer.
Milestones: The crib project is underway. Thanks to Scott. I’m waaaay too busy complaining to be of any assistance, but I do try to bring him beers every so often so he doesn’t get too cranky.
