Happy Feet

My feet have returned to "almost" normal status. My left foot is still somewhat bigger than my right and both are just a smidge swollen, but nothing like they were this past Friday.

Thinking back, I should've taken a picture. It would have been a grotesque picture to say the least, but interesting at the same time. I have never, and I mean NEVER, seen my feet look like that. As soon as we got home on Friday night, I looked through all my prego books to find a solution to balloon feet syndrome. It took all of Saturday, Sunday and most of Monday for them to shrink back down.

Saturday, I did a nice slow walk on the treadmill and then we did some errands. I decided to wear my sneakers all day to give some extra support to the feeties. I had to loosen the laces so much that I couldn't even TIE the damn things. How embarrassing.

The first major time trial of the Tour de France happened on Saturday. A time trial is a race against the clock - each individual rider tries to finish the course as quickly as humanly possible. One of the hopefulls from the U.S. had to "abandon" the Tour. That's what they call it when they have to drop out. Bobby Julich negotiated a turn incorrectly while going somewhere between 20 and 30 mph and his back tire skidded out. He fell over sideways and slammed into a curb. He ended up with an exposed wrist fracture. He said that when he looked down at it he could see the bones and tendons moving around through the hole the curb had ripped in his wrist. Poor dude. And I think I have problems....I should stop complaining.

Sunday, I stuck with the excercise thing and did my usual Cirque Chick workout and then did NOTHING for the rest of the day. The feet were a little better, but I could still feel liquid squishing around in them when I walked.

The World Cup ended on Sunday. Bummer. The game was good and ended even more dramatically than I would have guessed with Italy winning in the penalty kick round. The best part of the game came in the 2nd overtime session when Zidane (the French captain and one of the best players in the entire tournament) head-butted an Italian player full on in the chest and knocked him flat on his ass. I'm sure you've all seen it on the news somewhere. I guess they were exchanging insults and the Italian guy went one too far. Zidane received a red card and was kicked out of the game. The media is still speculating as to what exactly was said to make Zidane freak out like that. Supposedly, later this week both players are going to make statements about what actually happened. I can't wait to find out.

Monday was prenatal yoga day. My feet were much, much better. For the rest of the day, I also did NOTHING. I guess NOTHING is the cure to swollen feet. Why didn't they put that into the books? Today, they are looking much more human-like.

I'm guessing it could have been a multitude of things that made my feet look like watermelons:

1) The back east weather. It was pretty hot and humid while we were there, at least more than here in the northwest. I guess I have acclimated to this climate and you know what, I like it. Today it's about 65-70 degress and partly sunny with no humidity and it's freakin' July! It rocks.
2) Lack of excercise. I've been committed to doing some sort of excercise every day. The entire week we were back east, I did nothin'. Unless you can call vacuuming excercise.
3) Hamburgers and hotdogs must not be conducive to a pregnant lady keeping petite feet. I ate extraordinarily bad while we were back there. I mean B-A-D. Not only the picnic food, but we had to eat-out alot. You KNOW that isn't healthy. I had pizza, like, twice. I had chocolate cake and a few other desserts. It was all heavy food. I totally got off of my preggie diet and I think I suffered because of it. Curse you people and your tasty not-so-healthy food!

Well, I can only hope that it will be smooth walking from here on out.

Recently, I have noticed that the ring finger on my right hand occasionally gets the tingles, like it's falling asleep. According to the books, this is also normal. Blood vessels swelling and all that jazz.

Will it ever end?