I had a prenatal massage, pedicure, and hair cut today. I had a new lady at the salon/spa for my massage. (Side note: this freaking phone kept trying to put myassage instead of my massage?!) She did a good job, but was way different than the guy I have gone to for previous massages. Plus she used lotion instead of oil, which is cool with me...except for this weird smell. It smells like band-aids and nursing home mixed together. Obviously, this lotion does not mix well with my chemical makeup.
Back to the massage...it was relaxing, but I was still sore in places. I think she was afraid to work on my hips (which really needed some tlc). The guy gets all my spots. Umm...okay, that sounded bad. I mean he works out all my kinks, knots, etc. Funny how a MAN can realize your hips can hurt during pregnancy, but a woman (with FOUR kids) acts like I'm Miss Modesty. Lady, I'm weeks/days away from showing a bunch of strangers my lady bits! You can rub on my hips/butt a little bit!
Anyway, I'm sure you are all dying for a picture of my hair cut. Too bad! You'll have to wait until tomorrow. I'll take a belly pic then.
So I came home and me time was over. Back to reality. I made chicken nachos for dinner-really yummy! And Alice came over, pulled up my shirt, and started using my belly as her personal canvas. Sour cream was used for paint. I know you are dying to see her art work, so here you go.
I'd like to be able to say that she drew those blue/red/pink/purple squiggly lines, but that would be a lie. Well, I suppose she sort of did, when she was in utero. So, if anyone is offended that I posted that picture, I'm sorry- blame my mother, grandmother, and whomever else.
Actually, I'm not sorry if you were offended or grossed out. Those are badges of motherhood! And I should note that there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that my belly button can protrude anymore! I have a really deep innie normally, and it is at maximum output, folks.