Thursday, May 19, 2011

The feet

So, the actual visual evidence of my hopelessly bloated feet elicited a few concerned emails and comments from some of my readers. Note that the word "few" prefaces "concerned" as, true to form, the rest of you just mocked me. Which is great. No, seriously, don't go changing. I need all the stability I can get right now. When I want sympathy, I go to the nun across the street.

To answer a few questions, no, my freakish feet don't hurt. Admittedly, it feels weird to have two blocks for feet and the other night I caught one of them under the stove, but other than that, they don't bother me. I elevate them when I can, but it seems to make no difference. Same goes for shoes. Heels, flats, flip-flops ... they all leave me a bloated mess. Actually, it's almost better to wear real shoes because it hides the evidence. Oh, and while I agree with Kaly that it seems counter productive to combating fluid retention, I do in fact guzzle water like it's my job. Which is awesome when every organ in my body is already pressing up against my pecan-sized bladder. 

So there you have it. Way more than you ever wanted to know, much less see, about my feet. And don't forget, we have five more weeks to go. It's only going to get bigger and better, my friends.


  1. Shout out! Holla!

    I drink a lot of water as well, though only because it keeps me from consuming everything in the vending machine downstairs.

  2. Ohhhh Debbie you make me laugh and feel better about my growing belly (no growing feet yet) Thanks for the entertainment!!


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