Well, I have finally arrived at the swollen ankle portion of our pregnancy. And my fingers looks like little sausages. It wasn’t a gradual progression; one morning I woke up and my wedding rings didn’t fit, and neither did my shoes. It was a sad day. I look especially horrific by the end of the day. After being on my feet all day at work, my feet/cankles are especially sore and puffy. My poor husband is even too afraid to touch my feet. I would post pictures, but I am afraid my readers would unsubscribe to this blog.
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Yes. I too omitted my Fiona feet pic from my blog for the same reason, tho I knew it would take drastic action for Matt to take his job as foot masseur (too tired to find out the spelling of that word) seriously. It is the only reason any outside of my immediate family ever knew how serious my cankles became. If Matt won’t rub your feet, you need to call your sisters immediately. Mine came all the way from KS to rub my feet…and decorate the baby’s room, but you see my priorities here. A good friend could also do the trick, but she better love you like a sis, or it would be a little awkward to ask. Then again, as pregnant as you are, “desperate times call for desperate measures.”. Oh. The little one is calling. Miss you.
Kimberly