Friday, July 15, 2011  Dear Cupcake: Thanks for the Cankles
Dear Cupcake,  I am often flooded with moments of pure adoration
of you even though you haven't made your official appearance in
the world just yet. Even when you have your little bum up under
my rib cage, and I can feel you boxing my bladder, I am in awe
of the fact that you're inside of me. A growing person. Woah!  I
do have one bone to pick with you, though. That bone is cankles.
Never before in my life have I known what it felt like to have
my calf merge seamlessly with my ankles until now. I look at my
swollen piggies every night, and I have to remind myself that
all of this fluid retention is going to go aways once you get
here. I try to remind myself of what my feet used to look like.
Thin. Veiny. Small. I have gone up a shoe size to accommodate
the swollen features of my new appendages. Sad news.  So, amidst
all the wonder and joy and kicking and fluttering and awesome
that is you, I have found myself looking down in total shock as
my ankles