(With apologies to Howard Cosell…)
25 weeks, 2 days.
So those late pregnancy symptoms are starting to hit. I already had to buy bigger, wider shoes a few weeks back, but now… now all of those ligament relaxing hormones plus the weight of Small Monster’s little home that I carry out front have made it so that if I stand up long enough to cook dinner, my feet throb. And also, I get exhausted. But that happens from, like, breathing as much as anything else.
I have some lovely foot massage cream, and if I weren’t feeling so lazy, I’d stick them in a hot bath (which I would sadly have to keep the rest of me out of…), but none of this changes the fact that I have 3 months of very tired feet ahead of me. I feel like I walked several miles, when I’ve probably walked no more than 6 blocks today.
Thank God for the recliner!
Professional computer geek and linguist living in Germany, doing infosec stuff and being the freakiest mother ever.
