Yesterday I was in Lincoln most of the day. My niece Rachel had a basketball game, so I went to watch it. It was a fun game. They won. It was the coach’s 100th win. We cheered and waved signs that said “100″. I learned that my new camera doesn’t take very good pictures in a gym setting. Here’s one of my best shots: it’s dark and blurry.
After the ball game, we had lunch, then I went with Lauren to be her moral support as she got her first massage. I got an massage too. It was very difficult to be such a good friend and get a massage with her, but somehow I managed. The setting was a health club. It was different than any massage place I’ve been. The sign on the back of the door made me laugh, so I took a picture of it.
It was a good massage. I like my guy in Baltimore better though. Read Lauren’s report HERE.
Thank you for being my moral support. It was helpful knowing that if Kevin tried any funny business I could scream and you would wake up in the lobby and run to my rescue. I didn’t want to wind up pregnant.
just peed my pants!
THAT explains the sign on their door then, eh? Makes perfectly good sense to me!
[So "Kevin" was his name? I had an imaginary friend when I was very young, whom I named Kevin...very nice...but she was a girl, much to my parents' chagrin. That ought to be fodder for years of therapy.]
Ha!
Since today is anniversary #11, I may comment
on this after our celebrating!
Seriously?? Happy anniversary, Pesters, and many more!!
There are actually things that a massage therapist could do to trigger labor – and in most cases, pre-term labor. That’s why they post the signs on the doors.
The same goes for pedicures with foot massages and visiting the chiropractor!
During any of my pregnancies, I never had a massage (or outside of pregnancy), but a good friend of mine has. I live vicariously through her.