Ode to my shoes

I went to Michaels the other day to get some random stuff, and I wore some of my favorite shoes. I don't get to wear them because of my occupation- honestly how fast can you run after a runaway child in a pair of wedges? So, as I was getting ready to leave, I realized with much excitement that my shoes matched what I was wearing....so I put them on without a second thought.

Little important fact that needs to be inserted here: I just found out the day before at my doctor's appt. that I had gained a WHOPPING 7lbs since my previous appt...which had been a mere 3 weeks before! While the doc tried to convince me I am still on the lower end of what I should have gained by this point, I was SHOCKED! I came to the conclusion that I must work a little harder if I don't want to look like an albino sumo wrestler by the end of this pregnancy.

Now, back to my story. So as I am pulling into Michaels I decide to park REALLY far away, so that I can get the extra exercise walking to the store. I walk there, then spend about an hour walking around the store (I could spend all day there and not get bored) before my feet start to hurt. I decided I better finish up my shopping, but can't seem to find one of the items I came for. I wondered around for another 20 minutes looking for the item, or an employee, before giving up. By the time I make it to the cashier, after 10 minutes in line, my feet are KILLING and I am really regretting my choice of footwear.

I pay for my stuff and head outside, only to remember I still have about a 5 minute walk ahead of me. Talk about PAIN-I am sure people really enjoyed watching me hobble along!!!! The funny thing is all I can think about is the episode of America's Next Top Model I had just watched the day before. They made the girls walk in shoes 2 sizes too small, which is how small my shoes were feeling with my fat swollen pregnant feet. I kept telling myself to walk through the pain, not to let it show on my face and how disappointed Tyra would be if she could see me.

Keep in mind, these are not normal thoughts for me, I generally don't rely reality TV or Tyra Banks in my times of crisis. By the time I reached my car, I was sure I had not only lost a few toes... but also my grasp of a rational world.

Bottom line, I fear I will have to bid my beloved shoes a farewell, at least for the next 3 months... I will miss them dearly. Also, obviously pain does weird things to my head and it makes me wonder what strange things will be running through my head in 3 months when I am having a baby....

Maybe:

Or:

Or possibly, David Hasselhoff and Sharon Osborn????

On a different note, when I googled sumo wrestler, this picture popped up. How CUTE is this kid...I want a chubby baby!