The swelling seems to be very happy in its new digs. Those digs being my hands and feet. No joke, it looks as though my skin may just burst...like a bratwurst boiled too long. I still have the luxury of the swelling going away in my feet about every other day. But when I do have the foot swelling, I get these fat creases right at the end of my toes where they connect to my feet. Add that to the pretty red/purple color of the foot as a whole. Nothing but hotness. The hands though...oh the hands. My rings do not fit at all. My fingers now have a striking resemblance to breakfast sausages. I am afraid some hungry soul is going to dip them in syrup and bite them off soon.
My belly also is quite large. And gaining size at what feels like a daily pace. Based on women I know that are due right around the same time I am, this belly of mine is pretty small. But based on what I am used to, it is humungoid. I can't seem to get it through my thick skull that I have a big ol' 20lb basketball attached to my stomach. I keep bumping into things. I went to pose for a picture with Travis on Saturday and I didn't plan on stopping in time to accommodate for the belly. So instead of joining the photo op in the way any functioning adult would have, I bounced off of him. This shouldn't surprise me as when I am wearing my glasses instead of my contacts, I regularly knock them off my face while talking with my hands. Both situations are impressive examples of my mad skills.
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