So, last Friday, after a 15 hour day at work (thank you, basketball season and games that go into overtime following games that ran long), I hobbled into the house completely exhausted.
I pretty much headed straight for the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face and all that jazz. While I was standing at the sink, trying to decide whether flossing that night was worth the effort, I noticed my legs felt…tight.
I braced myself.
Took a deep breath.
And looked down.
THE CANKLES WERE BACK.
If you don’t know what a cankle is, first, you’ve been living under a rock. Second, it’s when your ankles swell so as to be indistinguishable from your calves.
And I haz them. See Exhibit A:
Yes, people. Yes that is the line from the socks that had only been on my feet for a whopping two hours this evening.
Two hours!?! And sock lines!?!
When I went for my 20 week ultrasound with Joshua, my right leg was twice the size of my left. It was so big, in fact, that it alarmed the doctor and she sent me for a special ultrasound on my leg to make sure I didn’t have a blood clot.
I did, however, have some of the most ridiculously swollen legs, ankles, and feet known to mankind, and long before I delivered, the left leg had joined the right in swelling. As had my hands, face, and nasal passages. (Sounds lovely, right?)
Up until last Friday, I’d had ZERO swelling with New Girl’s pregnancy. None. Nada. Zilch. My ankles were perfectly formed and not at all sausage-y. I was all ::happy dancing:: that maybe the swelling wouldn’t occur this time because of all the Digestive Exit issues and nausea I had in the first trimester. You know, kind of The Universe’s way of saying “Miranda, you’ve been so good this trimester we’ll put you on the non-swollen pregnant lady list.”
Since last Friday? There has been ZERO REDUCTION in swelling, y’all. None.
Sad Miranda is sad.
If this means I have to try support pantyhose again the ugly cry might happen.