As most of our regular blog readers know, Chief Frog here is pregnant, a working mum, lover of beautiful things and high heeled shoes! (trust me you can get froggy feet into them). Unfortunately you cannot get piggy toes into high heels and that is what my feet currently resemble.

 

How can two pregnancies be so different? 6 years ago, I was still rocking my high heels at 38 weeks but on the advice of the midwife, physio and osteopath, I had to abandon them weeks ago due to the ever so lovely SPD (symphysis pubis disorder).

 

I keep being told that no two pregnancies are the same and despite arguing that baby is being "cooked" in the same body, I "may" have to concede this point. So whilst trying not to waddle like a duck, (although I prefer to think more penguin-like), I got asked today if I would like to use the disabled parking space closer to the door. I felt a mixture of outrage and delight, the outrage that my pregnancy could be considered a disability and delight from aforementioned piggy toes and naughty pelvis!  

I am a firm believer in mind over matter and my conscience nor my morals would allow me to park there, as tempting as it maybe. I am still working, I am not poorly but I do admit that I am 6 years older, have a daughter to run round after (I use this term loosely), a business to run and a life to live.

 

Would I change places with the me from 6 years ago? Of course not, piggy toes lend themselves to foot rubs and pedicures, naughty pelvis means I can take regular guilt free massages and as for those high heels ...... just you wait!!

 

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