It started as soon as the clock ticked and turned to the third trimester. I noticed my ankles were slightly swollen at the end of the day.
Alright, no problem, I thought. I’ll just elevate them, drink a ton more water and they will go down by the morning.
A couple of days later, probably on the hottest day of the spring thus far, my ankles blew up like balloons.
What in the…?
Ugly, chubby ankles, peeking out from my Tom’s. Making it hard to lace up my sneakers. Letting me know that the only shoes I could possibly fit into were flip-flops. And even those were a struggle.
Making it hard for me to do my daily exercise. Instead of walking around the block, I would come home from work, prop myself on the couch with my legs as high as I can possibly put them and stay still for as long as I could stand it.
Then the weather cooled off. And so did my ankles. I can see them again! HOORAY! I can run my errands and not feel the pressure of my calves/shins pressing on them. This is a miracle! I am cured!
But alas, the weather is getting nicer and nicer and along with it, the humidity has been increasing. And there are those chubby ankles, just staring at me at the end of a long work day. Mocking me. Saying… haha – you haven’t seen the last of me yet!