Nothing makes a lady look or feel quite so glamorous and lovely as a sweet pair of cankles.
I know that it's summer, it's humid and hot, and things can get a little bloaty anyway - then you throw in some pregnant, and there you have it - a perfect cankle-growing environment. Totally expected, totally normal, but holy sweet mother of christ, this is beyond ridiculous.
My calf/ankle/foot/cankle region has begun to resemble Jabba the Hut, were he to be found reclining on a bed of canned ham. Too much more of this shit, and I'm going to start finding people to feed to the rancor monster. And it's only June.
August is going to be fantastic.
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