Well, they aren't that dressy in my opinion. I wear them with everything. LOL :)
Heh, I meant no offense! I just know that from experience at the places I currently shop for shoes, the supply dwindles dramatically once you hit size 9, and only gets worse from there. For example, last time I was at the Clark's outlet store, there were like 2-3 aisles of each 7s and 8s, 1 aisle of 9s, and 1 aisle of 9+.
I'm just not looking forward to having an even harder time finding comfy, cute shoes!
Joys: The upstairs toilet is fixed and we finally moved the bed out into our permanent bedroom (rather than downstairs living room for easy pee access.)
Woes: Now I need to get the bedroom set up for us (co-sleeping/bedsharing.) and rearrange stuff downstairs. My house is finally starting to look like a house that people live in, rather than squat, but oh man is it a lot of patience to not be able to move heavy things around!!
Mixed Feelings: Jaedon has been getting more hours at work and more responsibilities. This is great but we are now at that catch-22 point where we make too much money to be on Medicaid but not enough money to actually have money. I think I'm the only person who wishes for their spouse NOT to get a raise and have their hours cut. I feel super shitty suggesting that he quit and find a "kid job" closer to home that way we can mooch more. His current job doesn't offer health insurance, at least not the kind that they pay into, so for him to opt to put the 3 of us on it would be literally his whole paycheck
Inlove: Have your husband massage your feet and *PUSH* the fluid toward your ankles/calves. It really does help (my physical therapist showed me how to do it). It feels super weird but helps. My husband wrapped my feet in ice packs afterwards too, which nearly made me cry. And then, put on the tightest/most supportive shoes you can fit into - with socks that go over your ankles. I'm wearing running shoes and my husband's athletic socks today at work (with a skirt and sweater), but it's much less uncomfortable than I was earlier this week!
And also @cynthiamoon - I'm at 10 or 10.5 (with normally skinny feet). It's all about Nordstroms' Rack! Many brands don't make 10.5s, but those that do are often carried at Nordstroms. Plus, as skycheat said, the fewer the options, the less the spending. I might buy expensive shoes when I do buy stuff (Eccos always fit me), BUT I don't have many pairs of shoes!
Joy: Baby dropped and I no longer feel like she's trying to break my ribcage open with her butt!
Woe: Baby dropped and now I feel like I have to pee every 15 minutes and can barely lift my legs enough to put pants on without weird new discomfort sensations.
Feels like this is really starting to happen, though!
I know! We're having to shop for private insurance starting in August, and I am not happy with the process so far... :( I wish it was 2014 already and those insurance markets were up and running.
I just want to say this: I really feel for all you ladies that live in the US. Being pregnant and having a baby in Canada is so much easier and less expensive, which really lowers the stress of what can be an already stressful situation. My boyfriend and I both have dual citizenship and are both grateful we can live in BC. I really wish you all the best with the crazy insurance/money-taking time off work saga's and I count my blessings when I read everyone's posts about their concerns.
Joy - I had a mad fit of nesting yesterday, which was good. Especially since all I want to do, right now is lie down with my feet up. He's moving all over the place, and I'm hopeful that he moves lots more during the day, and stays still at night. (Hoping for a good sleeper - I had two that were, and one that wasn't. He will be a great baby, either way.) It's nice getting to "know" him already. Finding out that he's a little jumpy, like his mama... (Loud, sudden sounds make him jump... He should have good hearing!) I had kept having a feeling he was coming early (no real basis for this. #1 was induced, but #2 was born the day before her EDD, and #3 was born at 42w5d), and I hit 37 weeks on Sunday. So, while I want him to come in his own time, if he came now, it wouldn't be a big deal.
Woe - Heartburn is about to kill me. I've never (in three full term pregnancies) had it this bad. Pineapple doesn't work. Papaya Enzyme doesn't work. Tums marginally works. I will have to try the ACV, but I'm a little afraid, as it always GAVE me heartburn pre-pregnancy. Feet are swollen. I'm sleepy. I pee all.the.time. So, basically the usual.
Woe: It's 3pm, and I want to do nothing but sleep for the next 12 hours, but instead I have laundry, dinner, budgeting, and more to worry about. And my palm is dying because I'm too lazy to repot it.
Joy: BABY!!!! Seriously. At least twice a day I just get so excited and happy to meet our baby that I just can't handle it. I think about all the cute baby stuff, but even more than that I think through important conversations we might have in the future. I think about how to teach her about gender identity. I think about who she'll be when she's sitting across from me as an adult herself. I think about my own flaws and how I hope she learns in spite of them. I think about how to better live our values in order to be better people and better examples. All of this just fills me with love love love and hope.
Urgh. This is me. I didn't think it was possible to be so tired with so much sleep! I sleep at night, normally 4-6 hours.. then take 2 naps during the day and I'm still bloody exhausted!! I don't even do that much physically anymore either. Most of the time I just hang out and read becasue if I move too much BH kick my ass.
Nope not a typo. I usually go to bed at 11ish on weeknights and wake up at 5:30 at the latest when the alarm goes off. I get up with Jaedon when he goes to work and normall stay awake until around 7. I will then go back to sleep until 9 or 10. Then I will take another nap in the evening for about 2 hours. Sometimes I will take 3 naps a day because I just CANNOT sleep through the whole night anymore. THanks evolution for getting me ready for baby sleep schedules ahead of time, I suppose.