i didn’t think it was possible. i was delusional; how could it not?

how could someone eight months pregnant not eventually swell?

and swell i did.

i have cankles.

there’s no avoiding the lack of definition in my lower extremities. long gone are the cute feet days. hello, chub foot. even my toes look like fat, little sausages. *sigh*

so now i have box under my desk to keep my legs semi-elevated. somehow i think it’s going to take a little more than a six inch elevation to redistribute the litres of fluid lazily pooling in my legs.

three more weeks. i have three more weeks to get my body back from the ankle, belly, leg-snatchers. then i exchange them for the sleep, sanity, hygiene-snatchers.

at least now i have something to look forward to.