Feet

I’m sitting in bed, with my legs extended in front of me, looking at my swollen ankles. Just like last time, the right one is more swollen than the left one, and just like last time, it was a trip that screwed me.

Last time, our Babymoon to Hawaii had some major repercussions on my feet. I wouldn’t change a thing about that trip, but being on a plane for so many hours really did a number on my feet, and they never recovered from that until after delivery. Sadly, this time it took a whole lot less to get my feet swollen: two consecutive trips to Norfolk, VA, approximately 1.5 hours away, that’s all it took.

We went to pick up and drop off my sister in law, Sharon, as she visited this past weekend. We also took the chance to do a little more window shopping, and some actual shopping for Bear (we got her bedroom decorations, yay!). And now, after the hours on the road and at stores, my feet are swollen. C’est la vie, I guess.

Today was fine. The one thing I can say about today is that I miss how when I was pregnant with Evan I could just lay on the couch and watch TV or sleep, or do nothing. This time around, I obviously can’t, since I’m on Evan’s schedule. I wish I could veg on the couch and not worry about dinner or dishes; that would be awesome. But alas, not this time. Evan can’t eat take out all the time, nor do we have the energy to go out to get it anyways.