Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Massage. I have a gift certificate for a massage, and offered as a service at the spa is a maternity massage. Yet, I can't bring myself to schedule the appointment. Who the hell is interested in rubbing down some prego woman's body? And I just Googled prenatal massage tables ... there is a hole in the middle of the table. Necessary, I know. However, I view that hole as a public toilet ... and I don't think my baby would appreciate being dropped down into such a thing for 90 minutes ... even if there is music and incense. The gift certificate doesn't expire for another year. I think I'll treat myself to a postnatal massage.

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