It has happened. My once lovely ankles have disappeared and been replaced by something similar to this photo. My normally wide feet also seem to have given new meaning to the word ‘wide’.
Yes, the swollen ankles of the third trimester are here. Today I am officially 33 weeks and officially swollen. From what my girlfriends have told me I need to expect to be like this for the remaining seven (dear Lord don’t let it be more!) weeks.
The other fun thing over the past few weeks has been the middle of the night leg alarm aka leg cramp. I have had two, both in my right calf and they are just as bad as my girlfriends have warned me about. The first one resulted in a calf muscle that was sore for a week. The second one however didn’t cause any residual pain. I believe this is due to the fact that Bill was also awakened by the alarm and massaged my leg at 4am. What a world of difference! Thanks so much for that babe.
Where I work flip flops are not part of the dress code. (Despite what one middle-aged admin thinks.) I however am bringing them mainstream this spring. I have fashionable, but oh-so-comfy ones that are going to be a staple of my wardrobe until June. I seriously doubt anyone will mention a thing to me about it. Instead they’ll talk behind my back, but I could care less. It’s about not being able to fit into anything else at this point and I’m sure that my cool flip flops are more acceptable than showing up barefoot and pregnant. If not, they can suck my swollen big toe!