I love a good foot rub. Â Always have. Â But when you’re pregnant, a foot rub becomes better than anything else in the entire world. Â I’ve become like a crack addict. Â I’ll give anything for a foot rub. Â I’ll do anything. Â I need them. Â NEED THEM.
Chris, however, is not as keen on them as I am. Â 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. Â And fish. Â 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. Â 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’?