Feet, How I Miss You
I’m definitely at the point now where I’m swollen. The swollen belly I expected. That pretty much is par for the course when there’s a growing baby inside there.
A lot of women complain at this point, I’ve noticed. I get a lot of comments along the lines of “you must be ready to get him out of there!” Which, as I’ve mentioned before, isn’t really the case since I’m pretty eager for him to hang out a while until next month. So the big belly thing isn’t a big deal for me. I long ago accepted the idea that I’d spend a month or two waddling like a penguin. This is not something I’m overly concerned about.
No, the thing I miss most is my feet.
I used to have feet that fit into shoes. I was never particularly enamored of my feet, but they really were decent at one time. They got me where I was going without any significant pain. They could wear cute shoes, even if I never thought they looked too good in sandals or open-toe shoes. But now, all has changed.
Instead of the feet I have known all my life, I now have something resembling pouffy sausages down there at the ends of my legs. When I can see them, which isn’t all that often anymore on account of the belly between us, they look quite unhappy, all red and puffed up. If they were eyes, they’d look like they’ve been crying.
Meanwhile, they’ve begun to stage a rebellion against footwear. The warm fuzzy-inside slip-on boots I bought a month ago, which I was wise enough to buy a size too big, are now getting tight. Occasionally, my right foot completely refuses to come out of the boot for a few minutes at a time. None of my cute slip-ons fit anymore and my tennis shoes might be able to work for a few hours as long as I don’t try actually lacing them up. My heels, of course, were abandoned long ago.
I’m hoping my feet, my real feet- not these strange imposters, will return sometime in January. I anticipate this event and eagerly await the day when I can once again fit into all of the shoes now languishing under my bed.
Of course, at that point, I’ll probably just want to lounge around barefoot in my apartment with my new baby for a month or two anyway, so maybe the return of my feet won’t even be particularly noticed.
Nonetheless, I think I’ll be happy about it anyway. Maybe I’ll buy a cute pair of slippers to celebrate.
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