Feettops

Ugh. I know, I know - if this is the worst thing that happens this entire pregnancy, I'm really doing okay. BUT. My feet and ankles have become unrecogniseable. The picture to the right was after a couple of hours of being on them. By the end of the night, I felt like I was going to have to mutilate them to the tune of Cinderella's step-sisters trying to fit them into the glass slippers.... but, by golly, I was GOING to wear real shoes. And I did.

... well, you can't see them, but I did wear real shoes. Most of the night. In between "rests"...

... and on the rests, I kept them up-ish, with ice. And sometimes, my sisters would stop by and rub them for me.