With the heat index increasing daily, HH and I have decided to flee this wonderful state that is currently full of humidity and head to the north country. You see, I am trying to escape the inevitably dreaded Cankle (pictured above). Now I have only experienced the wide leg syndrome once this year, and that was the day before the baby shower (the hostesses force feed me gallons of olives, or did I ingest them under my own free will? Doesn't matter).
I realize that I should just embrace this matter, because frankly it is all part of the pregnancy quest. Yet I see no fault in trying to avoid this fashion faux pas at all costs. Besides after a woman has increased in capacity by what feels like an extra 167 pounds, she needs to at least have her ankles in prime form (ask me in another week and I am sure I will have reevaluated my logic on Cankles, yet until then I stand firm on my case in point).
Sincerely,
Farming Fabulously
Program Note: If our dear friends Ole and Sven are reading this post, please have a package of freshly squeaky cheese curds ready for this hungry mama, A.
Program Note: Did mention, I will be posting another letter in baby boy's first name this week?
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