Apparently, this is 37 weeks. 
Before you run from your computer and cover your childrens' eyes, let me explain. I have had an easy pregnancy. I've gained just about exactly what my doctor recommended, have not experienced any uncontrollable cravings, have slept very well, and have been blessed with a fairly cooperative complexion. I am thankful. Honestly, I am. But, 37 weeks has been all about the feet. They're huge. They're gross. But, like I said, I've had it pretty easy, so I'm truly not complaining. I'm just...sharing the walrus-like state of my formerly dainty feet. Let me put it this way- I have a beautiful French manicure on my toenails, but, due to the overwhelmingly shocking size of my feet and ankles, I'm pretty certain that no one has noticed the perfect, and somewhat pricey, paint job. Bottom line? The doctor said it's normal; nothing to worry about. He basically said, What do you expect? It's August in Texas, and you're nine months pregnant. I say, Thank you, Lord, that 37 weeks won't last forever!
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2 Comments:
You'll definitely have to come back and show your tootsies post-Landon. It's amazing when I was pregnant with Sarah the doctor actually prescribed diuretics. They'd never do that now. Thank the Lord your doctor just tells you, "this too shall pass." They DO look a little scary!
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Girl Raised in the South, at 8/14/2006 9:30 PM
Oh Honey. Your poor little feet. You probably worry about how they look but I know it's just uncomfortable when any normally working-perfectly body part suddenly changes. It WILL pass.
I have a blog friend who's blog is named Journey to the Prize. When I see this photo, I think of that.
xoxoxo
Aunt Barb
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Barb, at 8/14/2006 11:10 PM
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