No Pain, No Gain

There are places on and in my body experiencing pain that I had no idea COULD experience pain. Alright, well that's an overstatement, but my goodness. It's quite comical when I think about it. I can't even stand up, reposition in my chair or roll over in bed with out wincing and feeling like my legs are being pulled off of my body. (For you moms out there...some of you know what I mean and why that happens...I won't go into it for the sake of everyone else.) My hips feel like they are burning all through the night, and we're on a once an hour rotation from side to side. Fortunately the constant need to pee has subsided for now (knock on wood), but maneuvering this belly from side to side while I'm trying to sleep feels like I'm moving the ocean and all of it inhabitants inside of me. I can't even roll over in one smooth motion any more, it's quite the process. You'd have to see it, I can't even explain it.

Now I believe I may have moved into a phase where I can't feed myself enough. I've started to get sick again anytime I'm hungry, which is becoming more and more frequent. I suppose that's one of the perks about pregnancy, you can enjoying eating more without the guilt. It's for a good cause.

I've also become more easily swollen. Today I went to a shoe store to buy a pair of comfortable flats for the fall. Of course as I walk in I get "the stare" from the sales associate. You know, the stare that says, "Oh my gosh, I hope she doesn't give birth in my store". Then as she approaches Nate and I she asks the question she must ask in order to start formulating a plan in her head just in case I do go into labor, "When are you due?". Then comes my favorite part when I answer "November" and the look of concern turns into a look of confusion. I let it sit for a few seconds and then I tell her that it's twins. So, now that she is relieved and slightly admiring me for still walking around being as big as I am, we start looking for shoes.

She tries to push a couple of her favorite brands on me, one in particular, but I'm not a fan and politely decline. I find my favorite brand and a shoe that I think will do for the duration of the fall during pregnancy and ask to try it on in a size 8. I tell her that should fit because my feet have grown being pregnant and that is now my new size. She asks if she can measure my foot. So we go over to the chair, she takes the shoes and socks off of my swollen feet and ankles (poor thing) and proceeds to tell me that I actually have very wide feet. REALLY...I MEAN REALLY...I had no idea! I couldn't believe that I had really wide feet, and for the life of me could not figure out how that had happened. (Just kidding) She then tried to tell me that I was a 6.5 wide when before I was pregnant I was a 7 regular. I thanked her for measuring me but told her I'd like to try the 7.5 and 8. She brings out the shoes explaining that some people try to make up for width by adding length and that I'll probably like the 7.5 best. I knew I wouldn't but I indulged her. Meanwhile, she tried to push her favorite brand of shoe on me again, at which point I politely said that I could not stand the sight of that particular brand of shoe and again would not be trying any of them on today. (I really did say it in a polite tone...she didn't get the hint the first two times, so I really didn't know what else to say.) Over all the visit was successful. I purchased my size 8 fall flats and the sales person was even kind enough to put my shoes and socks back on for me ( now-a-days that's a big deal).

Anyway, "No pain, No gain" as they say. I can't even imagine what it is going to be like to be mobile and somewhat agile again once these little ones come. That will be a good day.