So I was getting dressed this morning (not that you needed that information, but I like to be thorough) when I was struck by this thought: there will come a time, who knows how soon, when I cannot see my own feet. I will be stuck in that limbo until after Lenny is born.
Think about that for a minute. What if I suddenly feel a horrific pain in my right foot? I won’t know if I’m being attacked by ants, a tiny alligator, or if I’ve stepped into a rusty bear trap. I won’t know what’s going on with my own feet.
Disturbing.
