This weekend I got to spend some time with our visiting Sassy, and she gave me many, many (SWEET JESUS WOMAN YOU GIVE A LOT OF PRESENTS) things. Jewelry (yes, and not a little), awesome orange baby spoons, and a birthing cd (which I figure is either a seminar by a coach, or a mix tape of trance hits to be played during delivery so either way AWESOME).
Then Sassy signed us up for massages. Fifty minutes of bliss, half way through I agreed to name my child after Kristin, my masseuse. (I’m lucky that’s all she asked for.)
Then Sassy gave me this goddess oil. She is obviously trying to soften me up for eating, and you know what? I don’t mind.