When we went to our Bringing Baby Home class before summer got under way, one of the other women had these HUGE ankles. I had read in books that women's ankles tended to swell during pregnancy, but we'd never really seen it in action before. In fact, the one thing that freaked Holly out more than anything else (foot-related, that is) was that some women pack a lot of size onto their feet and then don't actually shrink back down to their original foot size post-partum. No that she has umpteen shoes or anything, it was just the idea of losing something for good.
So anyway, we see this women's ankles and are thinking, "Oh man, those are nasty! There's no way it will get that bad for us!".
I mean, Holly was known the world over for her svelte feet. And then it happened. Mid-July, in about her 33rd week, Holly got the calf-ankles, or cankles. Her little ankle bone disappeared and not even in a cloud of smoke or something. Gone. In fact, we have photo evidence. I'll let you guess which feet belong to whom (a-Holly Stardom, b-Angelina Jolie and c-Eva Longoria - my summers at the cottage are the best). And by the way, the dimples at the base of Holly's toes were her personal favourite.For about a month and a half, Holly endured not being able to wear anything other than her (stretched-out, thanks to a Philadelphia sidewalk adventure) red Croc flip-flops. They became better friends to her than just about anything else. The skin on her ankles actually got sore from being stretched around so much fluid for so long.
And then, as some of you may be aware, Max was born. I think somewhere in the recesses of our minds, we were thinking
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