Thursday I had my 24-week checkup at my OB, which fortunately was very uneventful. My doc and I talked more about the upcoming mom’s sale she sells stuff at and I go to sometimes (which I didn’t go to, because fortunately between Emily’s Sammy and Cortney’s two boys, Jonah is going to be set for life with clothes!) than we did about my pregnancy.
I did however, have a moment with the nurse when she was taking my blood pressure and asking me the routine questions.
“Any swelling?” she queried.
“Not yet!” I shot back cheerfully.
She laughed. “Not yet?
“Oh, I’m sure it’s coming soon,” I responded.
I shouldn’t have said that! I went home and worked on cleaning my dining room (let’s just say that since our kitchen has been re-done, I am collecting kitchen stuff from all over the house. I don’t know how it got so spread out!) and by the end of the day, I could feel my feet swelling. Then Friday, I worked like a DOG cleaning out Sophie’s room and closet (*cough* eightbagstoGoodwill *cough*) which literally took me all day and some help from Bobby when he got home. Once again I could feel my feet and ankles getting bigger. They still didn’t look too bad, but I could tell.
When I was pregnant with Joshua, my blood pressure went crazy-high the day after he was due, causing me to have to be induced. After I had him, my blood pressure stayed high and my feet became roughly the size of the Elephant Man’s. I will never forget my mother looking at me as I sat at home with my newborn, just 4 or 5 days old, and saying in all seriousness, “I’m really worried about your feet.” They were HUGE.
With Sophie, my blood pressure played nice and my swelling wasn’t as bad, although I did definitely get some pudgy feet. Also during my pregnancy with her, I could feel my fingers and toes turning into sausages when I would get stressed. So I learned when I needed to stop and put my feet up, which helped.
Now that flip-flop season is about over, I am thankful to have some comfy cute Crocs wrapped Mary Jane flats to put my feet in when they DO start getting ginormous. (I got them when we did the Back 2 School Bash giveaway and they are AWESOME!) Because Kankle Time approacheth, ladies, and it ain’t gonna be pretty!
How about you? Did you survive your pregnancy kankle-free or did you blow up like a balloon?
