To celebrate surviving the first year of mommyhood, I treated myself to a massage yesterday. Actually, as it turns out, the spa treated me to a massage. My original appointment had been for last Saturday but the masseuse didn't show up, so they gave me a gift certificate for a free massage. As irritated as I was to miss my appointment, the idea of not having to pay was verra nice.
I have had massages many times over the years, but I am always a little bit weirded out by it. Getting (mostly) naked in front of a stranger is not exactly the norm for the uber-modest me. But then to have them touch you all over? Definitely a little bit uncomfortable. I am always the most on edge when she gets to my jiggly parts. Who am I kidding, they're all jiggly parts. I know she sees people all day and statistically at least half of them are heavier than me, but that still doesn't keep me from worrying that she's like, "wow, that's some serious cellulite." Not worried enough to get my cellulite to the gym, but that's a story for another day.
Usually I get the Swedish massage, but this time I decided to get the Deep Tissue. I knew the DT would be a little rougher than the Swedish, but I wasn't quite prepared for how rough. She kept saying, tell me if I'm being too hard and I'm like "TOO HARD! TOO HARD!" A big reason I had come for this was because my right shoulder and neck have really been bothering me, so she focused on those areas. Yowza, did she focus on those areas. The good news is that my shoulder feels better, but I was doing some serious teeth clenching during the massage.
I think I'll stick to the Swedish massage from now on.
Lucky for me, my celebration didn't end there. Sophie slept from 6:45 last night until 5am this morning, when I nursed her and she went back to sleep until 7:45. On top of actually getting 6 hours of sleep in a row, it was freaking awesome to get up after the sun for a change. What a great way to start year two!