I may not be able to walk more than 2 or 3 blocks without needing to pee, but hey, at least I can still see my feet…
I can’t stand up against the kitchen sink and wash dishes without a stool or on tippy-toe, but I can still see my feet…
I can’t see the pee cup at the Midwife’s Office when I leave a sample, but I can still see my feet…
I can’t fully turn around when I need to back up while driving, but I can still see my feet…
I can’t sleep without a gazillion pillows, but hey, you know, at least I can still see my feet…
I can’t eat or drink anything without a good loud belch, but at least I can still see my feet…
I can’t pass by my husband in the bathroom without my belly bumping into him, but, yep, you know, I can still see my feet…
I can’t pick myself up off the floor without help or, at the very least, without a very loud “uunnhhh!!” but whatta know, I can still see my feet…
For now that is…
