What a life

Today I got a massage for the first time in my life. One hour. Full body.

Complete bliss.

I found a Living Social deal that was hard to pass up...and my thought was, "If there ever was a time to get a massage, it'd be now."
So I reserved a time and went to get a massage.
I told her, "If you know any tricks or pressure points to get labor started, go for it."

The lady who did my massage was fantastic...I just closed my eyes and rested while she found all of my sore and tense muscles and worked some sense into them.
The good news is that I get to go again on Tuesday...the deal was TWO hours of massage therapy.

Andrew laughed at me yesterday and said (with just the EENSIEST bit of sarcasm) that he was glad I was enjoying my pedicures, massages and swim sessions. ;)
So today I texted him:

I just had a fabulous massage, and now I'm going swimming. How's your day going? ;)

Hehe...:)

I don't feel the least bit guilty, though. When you're 9 months pregnant you tend to not feel guilty about things. Like chocolate. And trips to the spa. :)

In other news, our move-in day is in t-minus 7 days. Next week Saturday we will finally be home-owners-who-live-in-their-home. Even if that means sleeping on a mattress in the living room and eating cold pizza on a cardboard box (evidently my parents did that that last one on their first night in their home).  

Now I'm going to make a decent meal for Andrew. Evidently my guiltlessness doesn't extend to take-out today. ;)

Have a great weekend!
~Bri