At 31 weeks, this is a pic of me holding on to my last days of wearing small scrub pants:
My husband calls it the Chris Christie look, referring to the famously portly New Jersey governor. With the scrub pants completely untied, they can still make it over my belly. And mind you, not all smalls are created equal, so these are the looser ones. You can also see the top of my compression leggings underneath. When I sit down after I’ve eaten, the pants get a bit constricting, so it’s time I move on to the medium pants.
Strangely, through the course of this week, the swelling resolved. Over the 4th of July weekend while we were in Tahoe, I ate a ton of ice cream and had Hot Cheetos for the first time in years. And I was in the car for long hours on the trafficky drive home. I don’t know if it helped to wear the compression gear all week and elevate my feet at night. After eating more sensibly, I wonder if that had an effect as well. I had ballooned suddenly several pounds over the weekend with water weight, and then lost it through the course of the week. Thank goodness! It feels so good for my feet to look normal again.
Though I don’t know exactly what caused and resolved my swelling, it certainly doesn’t hurt to tell my patients that anecdotally, I did better when I laid off the junk food. And compression gear is good, just wish it didn’t get so hot, particularly in the summer. Early in the week, I rushed and ordered some Crocs to wear with my scrubs, because the clogs I normally wear were really tight. Guess I won’t be needing them at the moment, but it’ll be good to have on hand in case the swelling returns later.