You may be asking yourself what those cankles are doing, and what they are doing it in. Well, let me just tell you. When I was pregnant with my darling H, there were about seven other women at work who were pregnant at the same time, all of whom were due to deliver before me.
That means six baby showers before it came around to my turn, and the games were getting booooooooooooring. My friends decided that for me, only the most inappropriate and sick would do. Instead of the traditional "bring out the tray of baby items and make everyone memorize them and write down as many as you can" game, I got the "feel around in a bowl of soup with your feet to pick up baby objects that are in plastic bags, lift them to your hands and then identify them while blindfolded."
This sounds like it's all fun and games but a) it was July, so it didn't smell very good to have warm canned soup on my feet and b) you can't do much with swollen feet, let alone negotiate slippery plastic bags with your toes to your hands. But, it was fun and it was definitely nice to have something else...because that's what I am; something else! The rest of the shower was a fun Hawaiian theme complete with Pina Coladas (virgin, of course, because what betters signifies pregnancy than virginity?)
I'm writing about this now, because as I get further into this pregnancy, the homesickness is getting almost palpable. I had a very tight group of girls, family really, back in Portland and this is the first big life event that I'll do without them.
As I was wallowing in my self-pity, I knew that a good solution was to gather some of my new girlfriends and go for pedicures, so we did. While we were letting our polish dry, one of them said to me "So, do you think April for a shower?" I felt like crying because for the first time I felt like this was becoming my home. Luckily, nobody else is pregnant here right now, so I think I'm safe with the memory game!