Holy Cankles

I don’t know why I didn’t think it would happen to me. Maybe because I seem to have avoided some of the most unfortunate pregnancy symptoms I thought the whole swollen feet/ankles thing would just be another thing I’d bypass. NOT SO MUCH. Dave being the wonderful husband that he is was the first one to point it out to me. "Sweetie look, you have cankles." Wow. And that comment after the strap of my sling back shoes broke while at work earlier in the day. Let me tell ya, I'm feeling like one hot preggers chick. Under normal circumstances I would consider this unfortunate turn of events an excuse to do some shoe shopping, however, any shoes that I fit these Flinstone feet into are most likely not going to be seen on the pages of any fashion magazines. It's at least an excuse for a pedicure though, right?