I'm pregnant and can't stop dreaming of the Sopranos. What's up with that anyways?
Work is becoming interesting. I have to remember there is a growing belly between me and my clients. It's so easy to move in the way I always have, forgetting about the extra inches in between. I've read some good tips online from other massage therapists on how to avoid knocking your client and will have to give it a try.
Xena has gone to live with our friends Tele and Dave and their 18 month old daughter Bea. Seems like everyone over there is doing great and adjusting well. Life is back to normal here with only two crazy dogs to deal with. Iverson was just to the vet for an allergic reaction to a flea bite and we discussed his anxiety problems and what that means for the new addition coming to our family. Less then a week later I was back to the vet with Olive who must have been on the loosing end of a battle since her entire right shoulder was bitten and scratched. Now I'm taking all my own pills and dispensing antibiotics to two animals. Fun.
Recent preggo photo: