Don’t be alarmed, I still have them. What I miss is what they used to look like. And feel like. And what they used to be able to do. And most of all, being able to actually see them.
I had pretty cute feet before I got pregnant. They were a pretty average size, all my toes and toe nails were the same size and proportionate to the foot, no corns, callouses, or bunions. Good feet. Now, not so much. Pregnancy has ravaged my feet. I think of all the changes that are apparent thus far (aside from the ever increasing roundness of my belly), my feet have been the hardest to get used to. I’ve had to buy a new pair of work shoes (ugly, boring, comfortable work shoes no less) because my cute Sam Edelman flats no longer fit. Sad. I was expecting some mild swelling, but my feet actually getting bigger was a blow I was not prepared for.
Now, about that swelling. I didn’t have the best circulation before I got pregnant. And pregnancy has not improved the situation at all. My feet swell, A LOT, all the time. I work in retail, so I’m on my feet for 8 hours a day. They start out fine in the morning, and by the end of the day, my shoes (the ugly ones) are noticably tighter. I spend an inordinant amount of time with my feet elevated at the end of the day, which gets the swelling down just enough so my shoes will fit the next morning, and I can start the cycle all over again. It’s awesome.
And if the swelling wasn’t enough of a kick in the pants (also much bigger, BTW), my feet hurt. Pretty much all the time. Standing and walking all day, while a pretty good form of exercise, is not exactly comfortable. And while I think the shoes I’ve been forced to wear are in fact hideous, and I will throw them away as soon as I get home from the hospital, they are the only things that make my days manageable. They have some kind of air sole or something, which I adore. Even if they are ugly.
I think my poor toe nails may have suffered the most. Back in my cute feet days, I loved giving myself pedicures at home (I have a weird thing about people touching my feet, so I rarely went to a nail salon). Buying nail polish, sandals, peep toed shoes, all geared towards showing off my cute little toes. But alas, my toe nails have been without adornment for some time. Why, you ask? I can no longer reach my feet. Hell, I’ll be honest, I can’t even see my feet. I’ve been meaning to go to a nail salon to finally get a pedi, but in the heat of the moment, a nap seems like more fun, so my feet lose out once again.
Hopefully, one day soon, I’ll get to that nail salon and finally get a pedicure. So when I catch glimpses of my big fat feet, at least I’ll like what I see.