The doula center I went to for my massage was pure stereotype: Plinky-plunky music, beads in the doorways, and the faint scent of "essential oils," the massage therapist was like a real life version of Phoebe Buffay. As much as I had to smirk and the hippie-ness of it all, it really was a great experience.
The therapist was super friendly and took the time to talk with me for a few moments before the massage to discuss my pregnancy, and her massage was a great, relaxing experience. I didn't even find the accupressure to be all that uncomfortable. Granted, it was a bit tender getting squeezed on those pressure points, but I didn't think it was painful.
Afterward, she told me that I "just need to relax," so that's what I'm trying to do -- deep breaths, relax my shoulders, be patient --- ommmmmmm...We'll see what comes.
7 comments:
Ha ha... Phoebe... can totally see it. =P
Sounds like quite the experience! Glad it was enjoyable. Ohhhm!
Sounds wonderful. Crossing my fingers for you!
Great Friends analogy!
I'm glad you at least had an enjoyable massage-try to keep it going. You're in my thoughts...
I want one of these posts to be "we're headed to the hospital...update soon". Come on Caleb! :) Just so you know, I've been reading this blog for a while and never comment. Good luck!
Interesting. Hope it works! At least it was relaxing.
Sounds pretty relaxing!!! I miss Phoebe! Have a great weekend! If you don't post for a while *wink* we understand. :)
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