That Thing You Do
I love a good foot rub. Always have. But when you’re pregnant, a foot rub becomes better than anything else in the entire world. I’ve become like a crack addict. I’ll give anything for a foot rub. I’ll do anything. I need them. NEED THEM.
Chris, however, is not as keen on them as I am. Could be that I usually make him rub them after they’ve been in ballet flats all day and we all know that this makes feet smell like roses. And fish. Or it could be that I want my feet rubbed for hours at a time and he doesn’t have that kind of time to give. But more likely, its my method of asking him to rub my feet.
I’m not subtle.
I’m not patient.
I’m a bit dramatic.
What’s a girl gotta do to get a little foot lovin’?
5 Comments
Laura
Ha! Handsome just rubbed my back… and then I checked your blog. Awesome.
Era
Looks like someone’s got some massaging to do!
Emily C
This is too funny…love the pictures to go along with your post! Thanks for making me laugh today!
Sarah @ BecomingSarah.com
HA! My weakness is having my shoulders rubbed. My husband would rub my feet all day over rubbing my shoulders purely because he has to stoop a little for my shoulders whereas if we’re sitting on the couch my feet are at his hand level anyway. Lol.
I love the pictures!!
Jes the Bes
Oh your poor aching feet. In a few more weeks it will all be worth it.