Cankles Are Amazing!

Xmas.

Done and dusted.

I'm sure I'll post an OTT photo collage when I can find the camera.

Or can be bothered.

Or can walk.

It seems Santa decided to be extra generous this year

and

 remembered 

that since

I'm 9 months pregnant, hot, sweaty and had to make lunch for the family

it was only fair that

I wake up 

with 

ELEPHANT SIZED CANKLES and FEET.

Awesome.  So blessed.

(I'm blaming seven hours of whoring around the shopping centre on my feet, being sucked into the whole last minute Xmas crazy).

So add that to the imaginary gestational diabetes the hospital diagnosed

(which I don't have but thank you for letting me prick my finger every two hours to check my 

ABSOLUTELY FINE 

glucose levels over the Xmas weekend)

and

an ultrasound 

showing that  

my

baby was going to be another big one

(ow, crossing my legs just thinking about that fat head)

and 

the fact that I no longer fit into 

ANYTHING

(from an actual web site called 'fatspiration'. Sheesh.)

and 

you're safe to assume 

that I'm over being pregnant.

I'm also totally unprepared for looking after a newborn.

Yikes.

Whose dumb idea was this again???