Ok, I don't, really. But had you caught me yesterday afternoon, you would have found one very convinced pregnant chick with a sore foot. My cousin actually caught the nasty little germs a few years back, and can now tell you that a Coors Light at his bar is $2.50 just by holding up his hand. Needless to say, I've been a bit paranoid ever since.
In my determination to not completely resemble Jabba the Hut during this pregnancy, I've been walking the kiddies a lot. My flip flops gave me a nice blister between my first and second toes during one of our longer walks the other day, and I didn't notice it until it was too late. The next morning, my foot had swelled up to an astonishing size, and supplemented itself with a rather unusual level of pain. As if I'm not wobbling enough already.
The swelling has gone done, and so has my hysteria. It still really hurts, though. If anyone is good at foot rubs, I sure could use one right now.