With only 9.5  weeks or 60+ days left till D-day ( I’m not counting down or anything), I finally got my wish and got a morning off to get a massage. This pregnancy has been especially hard on my left hip to the point where walking has become a chore, let alone rolling over in bed, or getting up quickly. Several days before my massage, I had a huge inkling that it was time to get something professional done to help my achy hip. That being the fact that I basically had to crawl around everywhere on my hands and knees because there was no way I was going to put any pressure on my legs.

Luckily, for me that day Luci was on her best behavior when she wasn’t laughing at me and my pain. And the best part was that John was home earlier from work, so he played with her, gave her a bath (I don’t think it would have been possible for me to sit on the ground comfortably) and put her to bed (walking up and down stairs was a feat in itself). For the rest of the night, we just vegged out and I could tell that John knew I was in pain cause he kept asking me if I needed anything.

So, Friday was the day I was looking forward to and it didn’t turn out a thing like normal, non-pregnancy massages. I was definitely comfortable on the table, cause the massage therapist set up like three different pillows for me to lay on. When she worked on my arms and my back, it was great but when she got to my hips and my legs, it became almost unbearable. I wanted so bad not to cringe when she was massaging me, but that didn’t happen at all. I felt like there were a million pins and needles running up and down my leg and my hip everytime she touched me. She kept saying, if it hurts let me know. I really just wanted to jump out of there and tell her to stop touching me all together, but in the back of my mind I knew that this was helping.

After the excruciating pain, that apparently wasn’t just isolated on my left side, I left feeling a bit better but not relaxed. She said the body usually like symmetry, well that’s not what I wanted to hear or feel at all. The rest of day and night, I was still very uncomfortable and had ruled out massages as a form of relief. But I soon realized that I reacted too soon and now I want a massage every week (or even day).

The next morning was a breath of fresh air, when I almost hopped out of bed I could move so smoothly. My hip didn’t twinge at all and I could walk up and down the stairs without making a squinty face. And now almost a week later, I’m still feeling pretty good. There have been some moments of pain but nothing like before the massage.

So to all you pregnant ladies out there with pain, don’t worry about the money: GET A MASSAGE for the betterment of your health and for those around you!

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