Ain't It Swell?

These are not my feet.  Well, they are...  But they don't usually look so fat and swollen.  This may be my new least favorite part about pregnancy.  At least I got to 37.5 weeks before finding it...

I've now paid the price for too much time on my feet.  And though I did not leave the house today in an effort to rest more and be on my feet less... I don't think I was actually on my feet less.  I was doing dishes, laundry, changing sheets, and working on organizing all the baby stuff we've received recently.  And because I'm just this neurotic, I have been separating everything into categories (ie diapering, clothes, blankets) and taking pictures for when I post all the baby shower pictures (soon, I hope).  And so tonight, my feet feel horrible again.  I have had good blood pressure, so I don't think it's pre-eclampsia.  But maybe they'll take my blood pressure at the Stork Express visit tomorrow morning.  And I've looked up all the symptomology and I really think I have just over-done it.  Plus it has been ridiculously hot in Washington the last couple days.  Today's high was 87 degrees (while Dothan's was 69, for anyone interested).  That's disgusting.  To quote a gal I know from church:  "What the heck, Washington?"  So I'm trying to guzzle water -- and I need to try harder to stay off my feet.  But I now have 3 piles of laundry waiting to be washed -- all the outfits and blankets and crib sheets we've received.

P.S...  Those little plastic things they use to hold tags on clothes, and to hold baby blankets together in a cute display way...  I think they may be the devil.  Especially the ones in the blankets.  Seriously -- how many does one blanket need?  (By my count, it's possible the number is 10...).  Haha...