Swollen Feet

Today I did very little, and by "very little" I pretty much mean "nothing".

By the early afternoon my previously cute little ankles had swollen up, surpassing the descriptive noun "cankle" to achieve "two massive slabs of fatty meat". So I spent the remainder of the day on the couch with my feet up and on ice. I said I was "watching" the store for my mother-in-law, but luckily no one wanted to buy anything from me, because I really wasn't keen on getting up. Not to sell a comb for two pesos.

I'm hoping this means the baby's coming soon, because, while willing to sacrifice a lot for this kid, I would like my ankles back soon.