My Hips Don’t Lie
I totally get what Shakira was talking about. Hips REALLY don’t lie.
Today my life is most OBVIOUSLY the best life due to a glorious hour of blissful prenatal massage. Did you know that they had pillows ESPECIALLY for pregnant women? They have holes for your taataas and your belly and everything!
I haven’t been able to sleep for weeks. My hips THROB. And right now? Not so much. I’m in heaven.
This afternoon I’m seeing my midwife, and I had planned to do a bunch of stuff between now and then, but you know what I’m going to do instead? Nothing. Maybe watch an episode of Breaking Bad. Because remember, kittens, I’m creating life. I need to preserve my strength.
Oooooo…and guess what my massage therapist told me. When I go into labour, if she’s not booked, she’ll come and massage me through the delivery. Because see? The best life.