Sparklecakes

Chell-o cankles!

In Uncategorized on May 15, 2008 at 7:47 pm

So Brad gets home tomorrow afternoon and I’ve got a feeling I’m not going to clean until, oh, say 11 am tomorrow. SLACKER! Unfortunately one of the best movies ever made is currently occupying my time (Empire Records) and there is a serious batch of rocky road sandwiches that the little guy and I made last night that the babies are craving. No, I’m not eating them for me. How could you even suggest such a thing? Whatever the twins want the twins get, and if that happens to be Mallow cream sandwiched between delicious chocolate chip and almond cookies, then so be it! I will suffer for them for I am their mother and it is what I do. Seriously, I’m going to be put up for sainthood for this kind of sacrifice.
I had the horrible experience of trying on maternity clothes today since I am in desperate need of shorts. It hasn’t been this big of a fiasco in the past because, well, I didn’t look like I was harboring several children under my shirt. Now it does. In fact, my own husband is starting to poke fun at me because not only do I feel miserably huge but I look it, too. No one and I mean NO ONE should have to be pregnant during the summer in Arizona. With temperatures already reaching the high 90s and, at times, topping 100, it’s a special kind of hell that makes me fear what kind of swelling I’ll be experiencing come June. For the first time in my life, I’ve got an up close and personal view of the phenomenon some like to call “cankles.” They aren’t the sexy commodity you might have previously believed. No, no. They’re disgusting and they make your legs look bad in any kind of short, skirt, or pant imaginable. This fantastic ankle swelling accompanied by the fact that I look like I’m ready to pop any day now made for a fabulous mope/cry in the dressing room at Motherhood. Little guy, sitting quietly on the floor playing with some complimentary blocks, looks up at me and says,
“Hey mommy, what’sa matta?”
“Nothing, baby. Mommy’s fine. I’m just-”
“Shake it off, Mommy.”
For someone that just turned 3, he’s brilliant.

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