Ahhhh, Friday night. I love the beginning of the weekend - it's just so full of promise.
Mine started early this week, since my niece offered to watch the boys for the day. I was able to meet Dave for lunch and do some shopping all alone - a rare treat! And since I had the time, and Dave is always saying I should, I called and scheduled a pregnancy massage in the afternoon. Oh my goodness, I cannot believe how good I feel now. She did something to my left shoulder (in the back, she kinda pushed on my scapula and the muscles around it) that moved something... and instantly a lot of the pain I've been feeling went away. Just the other night I was crying to Dave about how I really don't know how I can make it 8 more weeks like this (or more!)... I have been so uncomfortable that I felt like I was loosing my mind!
We're sitting here, vegging, and I'm telling Dave about my massage. "Ok," he says, "you should get one every week."
Hahaha....what a sweetie. Probably not going to happen, but still sweet of him to say!