Big, Beautiful…Toes
It’s hot, which, when you’re six months pregnant, means everything is swelling. I’ve taken off my rings and am drinking as much water as I can. Still my ankles and feet look like someone actually inflated them.
As I sit here watching TV with a fan blowing on me and my feet elevated on GTB’s lap, my beloved husband has noticed how large my pretty little feet have become. When I ask him if he sees how fat my toes are, he says, “They’re not fat, they’re Rubenesque.”
Strangely, that doesn’t make me feel better. Nice try though.