I've been secretly quite pleased with myself that I've been wearing my tall, cute, heeled boots this far into my pregnancy. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I have to be frumpy, right? So I've powered through wearing tights and cute shoes - in spite of the increasing discomfort.
But as I was standing in the kitchen preparing food the other night, my right cheek began to clinch - quite involuntarily. And then I felt pain shooting down my leg, and before I knew it, I was doubled over, kneading my toosh in a full-on muscle spasm.
Jason helped me to the couch, where I laid half laughing, half moaning, and let the spasm subside. But as soon as it did, I felt the arch of my foot sharply contract in a Charlie Horse from Hell. Then, before we'd gotten that one taken care of, my other foot did the same thing! By that time we were cracking up even as I was writhing in pain, and I realized something.
It's time for Third Trimester Shoes.
Luckily, I went shopping the week before, in anticipation of this moment. I bought some flat, supportive, cushiony little Mary Janes to replace my favorite 3 inch heels. They're cute and relatively in style, so I feel okay about this. I'm going to miss my boots, though, and those 3 inches they give me. Now there's no masking the fact that I am short, with a circumference equal to a large beach ball.
You are the best! This had me laughing out loud.
ReplyDeleteGo get comfy in some TTS (Third Trimester Shoes), and revisit the heels in a few months. :) Love this!