I've given up heels, of all kinds now. Even a pair of sensibly heeled boots were stacked away as the snow covered the streets of London. In its place were heavy duty boots with flat rubber soles that ensured my feet stayed firmly planted on the ground.
A few years ago I remember prancing about the streets, in what my friends lovingly called the 'tic tac' shoes, (named after the sound they made when they hit the mortar!), the fashion symbol of a young working woman in London. Oh! I so loved them. I spent a bomb on them and wore them to many important interviews, events and even dates!
But now its- flat shoes, flat boots and even flat slippers at home. One of the many things you give up when the baby growing in you overpowers your life.
While I stare at this gorgeous pair of heels before me, the angel and the devil on my shoulder begin their arguments.
Devil: There is no ban on high heels during pregnancy. So why can't you wear them?
Angel: Heels affect your centre of gravity and strain your back. Is it wise to add another ache to the many aches that you already experience?
Devil: But they make your legs look long and gorgeous. It's a vital accessory to looking 'sexy' when your body goes through 'not so sexy' changes.
Angel: Well, high heels can also cause your feet to swell - not so sexy then, eh? And a fall in it could be potentially hazardous to you and the baby.
'Baby!' - And that's the end of the devil.
When it comes to the baby in any argument - the baby wins hands down.
So I slowly wrap all my heels in muslin cloth, put them in a boxes and bury them behind all the sensible (read boring) shoes I now possess.
Yup, I'm a Mum-to-be now and life has changed. No more prancing, hopping and skipping. And definitely no running!
I still float though- not so much on high heels but high hopes and it's an equally amazing feeling.
