Pleasure, then pain
Last night, I went and met up with my good friend Judith to bask in the experience of my very first salon pedicure. I have been running from the thought of it all these years because I have VERY ticklish feet and wasn't sure how badly I'd embarrass myself (she had the same theory about it that I did, actually). All in all, it wasn't that bad. I only chuckled once (when they used the pumice stone on my heels), but the complete massaging chair I was sitting in far made up for it. Let me just say that as the pregnancy progresses (and as my feet feel fuller and heavier), I will be back for another round.
This morning, I'm up at the crack of dawn so I can go have my prenatal bloodwork done. A 30-minutes waiting time and four vials of blood later, I can return home to cry like a baby. :) Not really. (But in all seriousness, making us make our own appointments for this thing is really, really cruel. It's like the ultimate lesson in self-motivation.)
This morning, I'm up at the crack of dawn so I can go have my prenatal bloodwork done. A 30-minutes waiting time and four vials of blood later, I can return home to cry like a baby. :) Not really. (But in all seriousness, making us make our own appointments for this thing is really, really cruel. It's like the ultimate lesson in self-motivation.)
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