Marriage Confessions,  Pregnancy,  Random

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.

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I’m not patient.

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I’m a bit dramatic.

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What’s a girl gotta do to get a little foot lovin’?

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