Cankles?!

Once upon a time…

I had ankles. No, it’s true.
See?

That’s all changed now. Now I’ve entered the world of cankles. I never in a million years thought I’d see myself here. Oh, but I’m here. And, apparently, I’m here to stay… at least for another four months or so. For now, I am resigned to this…

I used to wear cute shoes too. I have the perfect job in regard to shoes, because I sit a lot, so comfort isn’t an issue.

I could wear these...

Or these...

Not anymore. Now I wear flip flops everywhere I go. So, my latest challenge was to find some flip flops that were semi-dressy to wear to work, that wouldn’t cut off circulation to my ever-expanding feet. (Dean says by the end of this pregnancy I’m going to look like the Michelin tire man. He’s very supportive.) And, let me tell you, this was not an easy task. I was already a little picky about my flip flops. It can’t be too thick between the toes. They have to have a somewhat comfortable/padded sole. And, I refuse to pay over a certain amount. They’re flip flops, after all. There’s not much too them.

I searched high and low, store after store, all the while my feet were becoming more and more squished and uncomfortable. Yesterday, I went on yet another search. At this point, with barely any circulation left and birthday money from my mother-in-law (Thanks, mother-in-law!), I widened my search and my price range. Then, I found these…

According to the sticker, the sole is actually made out of the same material as a yoga mat. Interesting, I thought, so I slipped it on my foot. Oh. My. Goodness. It felt wonderful! The only problem was the extra strap across the top. It fit okay for now, but just barely. I knew if my feet were to swell anymore, and I knew inevitably they would (these were size 10 mind you, and I usually wear 8 ½), the blissful cushion would no longer matter. So, I kept searching.

And, finally…finally, I found these:  (Yes, I'm wearing them in the cankle picture)

Cute. Sorta dressy. And most importantly, super comfy. We have a winner. My feet will be eternally grateful.

My First Mother's Day

I kind of thought Mother’s Day would officially start for me next year. Sure, I’m a mother now, but I don’t have to change diapers, or get up in the middle of the night. I am more conscious of what I eat, but I should be anyway. I take my prenatal vitamins, but it doesn’t take much effort.

My husband, however, has a different opinion on this. He thought Mother’s Day this year was just as important as any other year. I really appreciate how thoughtful my husband can be, and I love the way he thinks!

He decided the most appropriate gift to give me this year was a rocking chair. He purposely bought one with rounded arms, to protect toddling heads in the future. He picked the wood color to match the crib, and the seat color to tie in with the rest of the room.

(The pic doesn’t show the color that well, it’s a cream color cushion, and espresso colored finish)

Its hits like a ton of bricks...again

I think I’m pregnant. No, really. I think I am. Dean has known this for awhile. I still find it so surreal sometimes that I have to be reminded. He says I’m in denial. I can’t help it! It’s a hard thing to get used to. Life as we know it will cease to exist, and we’ll be thrown into an entirely new one; One in which I will be responsible for the life of another human being. I’ve been responsible for dogs before, and cats, and lambs, and a horse. This is way bigger. They’re more demanding. And, I can’t just ignore them and sleep for an extra hour before tending to its needs…or I should say HER needs. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still excited, it’s just a little overwhelming, and like I said, surreal. But, it’s getting harder to deny the pregnancy. I suppose that’s expected when you’re halfway through it! If I’m not pregnant, I want to know what the heck I hate that is trying to kick its way out. I’m confident now that what I’ve been feeling is kicking. I wasn’t sure for awhile. And, if I’m not pregnant, I’m becoming a whale. I knew I was getting bigger, but I wasn’t sure if it was that noticeable to other people yet. Then, my sister-in-law asked for pictures, and when I saw them I was amazed. Looking at pictures and looking in the mirror are two totally different things. And finally, a complete stranger asked me when I was due. I think that’s when it really hit me. Oh yeah, I guess I should know something is up after the ultrasound last week. So, I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m pregnant. And that means…What on earth am I going to do? How do I know what car seat is safest, what crib is sturdiest, what items I really need and which ones are not necessary? And maybe more importantly, what am I forgetting? (At this point, I’m going to ignore the whole labor and delivery thing altogether.)