Last night I got my first pregnancy massage.
Pure heeeeeeeeaven.
Pregnant women obviously can't lay down on their stomachs, so my favorite spa offers a special massage with a rectangle pillow alongside the belly. You lay on your side and straddle the pillow with one leg. Halfway through the massage they have you turn onto your other side.
My masseuse was able to rub away all the knots and muscle tension out of my ever-evolving body. And she confirmed what I expected - my lower back and my sciatic nerve were especially tight. It felt so nice to leave the spa feeling all bendy. I'm definitely going back before Em Dash's arrival.
Today I took my 3-hour glucose test. They had me do it at a nearby lab instead of the doctor's office. The time went by much quicker than I expected, but yet again I am left with some nasty bruises, this time on BOTH my arms after four blood draws. Ugh. Dear World, I am not a junkie. I'm just an easy bruiser. Kthxbye.
When the nurse practitioner called with my 1-hour results, she mentioned that I was a bit low on iron, which has been a constant problem of mine throughout my life. I'm taking an iron supplement, but I bet my low iron probably doesn't help my chances of bruising. Glucose test results should be in early next week. I'm thinking good thoughts.
"Human contact is important Lemon. I can tell from your stress level that you have not been touched in any way in quite some time. Not caressed, not massaged, not even groped on the subway." - Jack, 30 Rock

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