Thursday, May 12, 2011

Wooden blocks

Sadly, I am not talking about Mary Clare's toys, but rather my feet. I kid you not, they look like two wooden blocks. On Tuesday I couldn't even get into a pair of flip-flops. FLIP-FLOPS.

It doesn't matter if I wear flats, wear heels, walk all day or sit all day, they stubbornly refuse to morph back into anything that resembles a foot. I lovingly prop them up every day on a pretty pink stool, but it makes no difference.

Give me a few days to get over the trauma, and maybe I will post a picture. Maybe.

A big belly I can handle. Fat feet I cannot.

1 comment:

  1. Poor prego lady! I think a picture is in order though.....


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