|One does not have time to pretty their feet up for the camera|
when there is swelling involved.
Whoooaaaa, there, left foot. What are you doing, buddy?
Up until now, my feet/ankles/anything else hasn't shown any signs of swelling, and I was really digging that. When I saw my endocrinologist on Tuesday, she examined just my feet (well, actually, now that I think about it - she physically examined just my left foot) and had said, "Well, just a little bit puffy." I frowned, and when I came back home asked Aaron to assess my foot size. Second opinion!
We both agreed that my feet didn't really look that different than normal.
Fast forward to last night.
Because calling my doctor would make too much sense, I snapped a picture and sent it to a few friends. "Is this normal? It looks way puffier than the right foot, right? Not just me?" When responses came back in the vein of, "Um, you should probably call your doctor right now", I did. (And for what it's worth, that advice matches up with what the internet says, too.) Being after hours (and in the middle of some severe weather) I spoke to the doctor on call that night, describing my situation (28 weeks, type 1 diabetes, blood pressure has been fine) (except for the first time they checked it at my appointment on Tuesday when it read 154/82, but then they checked it again and it was 122/78) and telling her about this new symptom.
"Does it hurt at all? Does it hurt to walk on?" Nope, feels just like my other foot, except for the part where I can tell that it's puffy.
"If you press your thumb down, does it leave an indention?" Hmm, I hadn't tried that (nor was I completely confident that I could reach my foot). However, I was successful. Indention made, and it stayed put for a second or so.
She ran through a couple other questions, telling me that just one swollen foot or ankle can indicate a blood clot, but since I wasn't exhibiting any of the other symptoms, it perhaps wasn't that. She recommended I keep my feet elevated for the rest of the night, laying on my left side if I could (something about taking the pressure of the uterus off of some veins and stuff), so I happily handed the dinner-assembling reins to Aaron (who made killer sandwiches, btw) and planted myself in our recliner.
Sure enough, the elevation + increased water intake + necessary dog cuddling (severe weather = shaking, scared, cuddly dog) seemed to do the trick. And this morning? My foot looks totally normal to me.
I'll be following up with my doctor this morning by phone, and hoping this is some sort of fluke whereby my left foot is just being a jerk-and-a-half.
Pregnancy! Good times!