Notice: I must warn you that the photo included with this post is intended for mature audiences. The feet shown are my actual feet and are indicative of a 50+ lb weight gain during my pregnancy. The story of these big feet is true and thankfully all involved are still living to tell the tale today.
I was looking through some old photos the other day and stumbled upon a file folder named “Pregnancy”. Since they were shown in date/time order, I could see the progression of my pregnancy unfold right before my eyes. Kind of like those little drawings you do at the bottom of a flip book to make the stick man dance and jump, I could see my body morphing into what would become the mother of a 10lb 2oz baby boy. Granted, the saggy abs that I have today are evidence that something major had happened in my past but I forget what my body had really gone through in those ten months of pregnancy (please correct people who say it’s only nine…forty weeks = 10 months!)
As I looked at the photos I was reminded of the ups and downs of those times. One photo sparked a day for me that I thought I’d share. For the teen and adult years leading up to that fateful morning, I had been a size 7 in shoes. I had a closet full of them and had been happily wearing the more sensible and comfortable ones during my pregnancy. That shoe world came to a screeching halt the morning I woke up and my feet looked like this:
That morning while getting ready for work I tried on each pair of shoes in my closet. No luck. Frantic at the possibility of having to go to work (drive to bus parking, ride the bus, walk into my very corporate office, explain why I was barefooted, get bad looks from co-workers, lose my job, and finally end up homeless where the “no shoes” thing wouldn’t be such a big deal…the mind of a pregnant woman can get a little intense!) I decided to go to my mom’s house and check out her closet.
I had a key and let myself in at 6:30 am and almost scared the poop out of her. I tried on all the shoes in her closet but no luck there either. I was already going to be late to work (Repeat of : drive to bus parking, ride the bus, walk into my very corporate office, explain why I was late and barefooted, get bad looks from co-workers, lose my job, and finally end up homeless where the “no shoes” thing wouldn’t be such a big deal…like I said, the mind of a pregnant woman can get a little intense!). I was wearing flip flops that had been shoved on my feet and were about to snap like rubber bands under the pressure. I decided to go for it and just deal with any wrath I might encounter from co-workers who may be wearing Jimmy Choos that day.
The bus ride was fine and walking downtown was ok even though my feet were a little cold on a March morning at 8am. And then light shone down from the heavens…right next to my office building was a Payless Shoe Store and they opened at 10am. I would only have to suffer the flip flops for two more hours!
For the two hours in my office I told the story of my woes of becoming Big Foot and especially since the flip flops highlighted just how big my feet were, I had tons of sympathy and we all laughed about it. I was waiting at the door to the store at 9:55 and ran in like they were having some sort of 99% off sale! I tried the 7 1/2 shoes, moved up to 8, then 8 1/2 and finally found a pair of size 9 stretchy black Frankenstein shoes that would do the job and might even have some give for the next two months.
Walking out of the store you would have thought I was on a runway. Compared to the flip flops, my new Franken-shoes were high fashion. They served me well until the day I delivered and I was so looking forward to throwing them away right after my son was born. However, I didn’t realize that it takes a while for your body to get back to normal after birth and I ended up having to wear the horrible things home from the hospital.
Oh the joy when I finally threw the Franken-shoes in the trash can. I went to try on my size 7s and to my dismay… I was a size 7 1/2. Oh well, just an excuse to go shoe shopping!!!!