I’ve often considered my feet my one true beauty. I’m not really sure how it started I’ve just always thought that they are the one thing on my body that looks exactly how it should. I have a good solid arch and my toes gently slop down from the largest to the tiny little pinky on the end. They are not so big that I have to shop online and they are not so wide that I can’t wear whatever the H— style shoe I want.
After finding out that we were pregnant, Andrew noticed a little spot on my heel. I was forcing him to rub my feet because I was sick and feeling sorry for myself. I still try to pull that on him now but it doesn’t work as well in the second trimester. He said, “I think you have a plantars wart.”
“WHAT?!! NO! I couldn’t!”
You see I have had plantars warts before. They are not as nice as they might sound…They hurt and they grow and they just suck.
I know. You’re wondering how I got plantars warts on my perfect feet. I’m blaming it on one of my brothers.
Anyway, the warts ended up going away by themselves and I just made sure to wear socks all the time and what not. But this, this just seemed like a crime. I’m not a kid any more. I don’t deserve warts. I’m clean! I clean myself!…Daily!
I found out that while you are pregnant your immune system is sort of compromised and you are more susceptible to warts. Ew! Being the hypochondriac that I am I freaked out and blew it way out of proportion in my head. “What if I become like that tree man in India?!”
Anyway, after the hysteria temporarily subsided I thought I might try to get rid of the small wart on my foot. But it turns out that getting a wart removed is harder when you’re pregnant. Some of the stuff in the drug store hasn’t been tested on pregnant women. (It seems to me that they should develop one just for pregnant women…duh.)
So I thought I would ask some people on facebook. I got an overwhelming response. (thank you)
Quite a few said, “go to a doctor”. Very wise. So I looked up my options at the docs. I’ve got Acid, Laser Treatment, Cryotherapy and Debridement. I don’t like going to the doctors. So I’ll try anything else before debridement.
One friend suggested rubbing a copper penny on the bugger. I looked it up and almost no one disagreed with this one! Isn’t that weird?
One person suggested rubbing a banana peel on it, which seemed to get mixed reviews.
Some people said duct tape. The American Medical Association actually recommends this one! I wish I had some duct tape…bummer. Evidently it smothers the wart so it just can’t survive. I found a ton of cool and somewhat funny suggestions on this website including the one about burning them off with a cigarette. (I laughed out loud at that one. End of your rope anyone?)
At this point I would like to thank all contributors to my facebook status yesterday. And now that I have read more about warts than I ever wanted to…I’m going to go take a shower in clorox. (just kidding…but seriously…that’s how gross I feel right now)
In other news: My new favorite movie is Up. I cried (and I mean sobbed) for the first 20 minutes. Good crying, but crying nontheless. And it’s not just cause I’m pregnant. I’ve actually cried less as a pregnant person than as a vacant wombed individual. The movie is touching and beautiful and hilarious too. It’s worth seeing in the theatre. Andrew dragged me and I loved it.