Huh? Viability and high heels? What a strange name for a blog title! But it's really what's on my mind these last few days. Weird I know. It's strange sometimes the things I worry about.
I am now just past the 24 week mark which means that our little lady has reached viability! If something were to happen and she needed to be born, her chances of survival, while challenging and rife with potential lifelong health issues, would be fairly high. I don't know why, but this knowledge gives me comfort. I'm a worrier by nature and each day I get closer to certain milestones in my pregnancy, the more I feel I can relax. I'm also reassured daily by her activity in my belly. She seems to think it's her own personal space to do what she wants with and is constantly trying to rearrange my uterus. This has caused many an alien movement with aggressive kicks/punches that can be quite entertaining to feel and watch. Given that most people can't see this unless I tell them, it's one thing that's just between her and I.
As for the high heels, well, let me tell ya, that has suddenly become a challenge that sprung up on me by surprise. The beauty (or not so beauty depending on your viewpoint) of winter is that I spend most of my outdoor time in my fur lined boots. These are slip ons and don't really require much bending over. Imagine my surprise the other day when I tried to put on an actual pair of shoes, my high heeled shoes for my brother's upcoming wedding to be exact. Bending over to notch my new slingback heels proved to be impossible. A task that should normally take just under a minute, took me a good five or six minutes as I attempted to contort my body into a position that would allow me to put these shoes on. Needless to say, they were not un-notched when I took them off. A fact I much appreciated when I had to put them on again a few days later for my dress fitting. I had the same issue trying to put on my sneakers not too long after. It seems as though my tie shoe days are fast approaching an end. Not so horrible really except that we are still enjoying winter and the slushy days of spring are still yet to come.
Sometimes I feel guilty complaining about these things. I am always conscious of those that would love to have these problems but for some reason are not able to. So, ever mindful of these people, I keep my complaining to a minimum and instead try to focus on the wonder that is this human being inside of me, and continue to be grateful that I am able to have these experiences.