It seems that SFHFS (otherwise known as Swollen Feet, Hands, and Face Syndrome) has set in at about the same place in this pregnancy that it did the first time around. While the biggest problem with this is simply the blow the swollen face aspect is to my vanity, I must confess that the anytime I look at or think about the swollen feet, I do get a bad case of the heebie-jeebies. Ridiculous, yes, but true.

A couple days ago we were at my parents’ house and I was displaying to my mom the red marks left on my swollen feet by my sandals and we were discussing the ickiness of swollen preggie feet.

“Are you drinking lots and lots of water?” she asked.

“Ohhh, yes. If you could see the number of times I run to the bathroom when I’m at home, you’d know I was drinking plenty of water.”

“Well, you know, the best thing to do is to try to stay off your feet as much as possible and just sit with your feet up.”

I turned my head. I looked at her. And I laughed.

So did she. “I know. That’s funny.”

So today my feet are quite puffy (can’t say swollen again, it gives me the heebie-jeebies and sends a shiver down my spine) from spending about three minutes off my feet so far this morning, and I expect by tonight (once this house is ready and divided up for the movers to come in the morning, everything for the next couple weeks is packed and ready to go, the house is vacuumed and the ironing done) they’ll be twice this size… but, hey, I’m sitting right now, with my feet propped up on the computer tower-thingy… does that count?

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