At my 24 week diabetes screening, where you have the pleasure of drinking orange cool-aid
on steroids, on an empty stomach, they also do a variety of other screens. Not shockingly (given my poor blood donation history), I was identified as having low iron and prescribed a supplement.
So at 25 weeks, after a 2.5 hour post-school nap, I picked up my iron tablets and headed home to down
one with a glass of OJ. And at 25 weeks and 2 days I noticed a marked improvement in my energy levels. Then at 25 weeks and 3 days, I scared myself in the shower as I was confronted by the elephantitis state of my right ankle.
Maybe it's just a coincidence, but I am not a big believer in "coincidences."
Now, with only 2 days between me and the THIRD-TRIMESTER, I can only wonder...Are my elephant friends here to stay - a permanent installation in the final march to motherhood? And perhaps more importantly: Will the sexy state of my cankles be admired by my Teach For America peers at the alumni cocktail next week?