When I was a kid, I remember playing outside in the sprinklers with friends. When we went from grass to cement all my palls left the prettiest little crescent shaped footprints. Mine were more like big wet ovals. I was embarrassed by them so I would walk on the sides of my feet like a weird-o just in case someone noticed my prints.
But now the horrible has happened. The unthinkable. It's Positively
Inconceivable!
That flat feet can get even flatter and at 30 years old one's shoe size goes up!
Do you people know just how many pairs of shoes a woman can collect in three decades? And now to have out-grown 98% of them in one year. It's all because of childbearing I tell you! Damn pregnancy and the havoc it wrecks to a woman's body!
I have just gone through my entire shoe wardrobe only to discover that it was not just a fluke on a couple pairs not fitting anymore. I am now practically shoe-less. Even my hiking boots are completely cramped. It became apparently clear to me when I had ordered about 10 running shoes from
Zappos (thank goodness for their free shipping both ways) only to discover the reality of my new size.
I remember when Keith & I were newly married and he said that he once dated someone with really big feet. A size 10. Did he not realize that mine were a 9? Just one step down from that. In essence he was calling my feet pretty big, just not really big.
I have definitely without a doubt gone up 1/2 a shoe size to 9.5. I always thought that 9 was the biggest a girl could be before she became freakish foot-lady. But that's not all. I have always had "foot issues" and recently things were getting worse so I saw an orthopedic surgeon and was fitted for custom insoles. Now that half-size bigger shoe is a little tight and I should be getting future shoes in a "really big" 10!!!! I am so embarrassed. Thank goodness nobody looks at this blog anymore. I now have 3 shoes that fit. Running shoes, casual sneaks, and Earth flip flops (no support there). I can squeeze into a pair of summer heels and thats it. What do I do now? I have a glorious box of fabulous shoes the poor will love. My big freakish feet are snobs and require expensive shoes with a good fit. Replacing them however is not an easy task during a poor residency. How many shoes does a woman really need? What about winter and all those fancy events? Oh feet, I shake my fist at you.
It's not very often that we can get together on a normal day for a regular dinner let alone a picnic out. Im starting to feel the urgent need to take advantage of our good weather while it lasts.
I think there is something about being born in Oregon that makes one want to hug trees ;) Go on Dakota, kiss it!
Yesterday was the first day in over 2 months that I didn't feel a debilitating nauseated feeling. (mine lasts all day and gets progressivly worse throughout the day unlike it's misleading name of "morning sickness")
Isn't it amazing how something so small can cause so much trouble? Which brings me to another question. How come my belly has so quickly expanded this time to accommodate something so small? I guess this one demands a 5 star luxury suite...
When I was a kid, I remember playing outside in the sprinklers with friends. When we went from grass to cement all my palls left the prettiest little crescent shaped footprints. Mine were more like big wet ovals. I was embarrassed by them so I would walk on the sides of my feet like a weird-o just in case someone noticed my prints.
It's taken a lot of hours of study during his meager free time but it is finally over.
Due to a series of major budget cutbacks, we have disconnected our home phone and are only using our cells now. These numbers are currently the same but will soon be changed to a local Michigan number. When that happens I will try to send out a message to everyone on our directory.
But guess what? Just now, out of the blue, Her awesome mother Daryl called me!!!! I could tell right away that it was her and we bubbled out all the info possible through excited breath.
