I wish it wasn't true

The last few days my feet and ankles have swollen massively (thanks pregnancy hormones!), and when I told Jeff how weird it now feels to point and flex my feet he pointed out that my feet and ankles look as if they belong to Aunt Marge from Harry Potter.  He then asked me if I wanted him to contact the Ministry of Magic for me to help deflate me.  Ha ha.  Unfortunately I think his comparison of me to Marge isn't too far off track.  Eew.  On the positive side, at least my hands, though swollen slightly aren't as bad as Marge's.  I can still comfortably wear all my rings.  Yay!