Death by cute shoes

Yesterday the boss-man and project sponsors from D.C. were in town for meetings, so we had to wear "business casual" to work. On most days, I could wear pajamas to work and no one would bat an eye. But yesterday was business casual.

Most of my maternity clothes are jeans and capris, but I do have a few skirts and dresses. So yesterday I wore a dress, with cute shoes. Despite being the freak-show-of-the-day when I walked in the meeting room, I looked good. And I had cute shoes on. (Girl + engineer + pregnant = freak show. See? I even do math. More freak show.)

Exhibit A: the cute shoes.

After work I ran to the grocery store because oh-my-gosh-we-are-out-of-cream-cheese and Chris had nothing to put on his bagel for breakfast. After I ran home to put the groceries away, we hopped in the car to go to a wedding where we mingled and visited with family, and then to a birthday party where we mingled and watched the birthday boy open presents. It was a busy day.

But still, I had on cute shoes.

By the time we left the birthday party I was having a hard time walking. Chris even asked me if I wanted him to pull the car around for me, but I declined (isn't my husband so sweet?). Once we got to the car and I took my shoes off, my feet looked like this.

Exhibit B: death by cute shoes.

No those aren't sausages, those are toes. (I'm not sure exactly who's toes those are, but they somehow ended up in my shoes. Seriously.) I don't think there's even any ankle in there either. Calf right to foot.

One more pair of shoes has been added to the do-not-wear-while-pregnant pile. Pretty soon all I'll have left is a pair of flip flops and slippers.

Oy.