This weekend we celebrated Bun Bun's Achievement of Viability. I know--it's a range, not a date, and we were very clear with him that this does NOT mean he should come out now (because, um, the house is a mess), but it IS a big milestone. First I had myself a (prenatal) massage. Mr. Bunny and I both love a good massage, so we go together every few months. I haven't had one since early in my pregnancy, though, and because my favorite part is lying face down while someone wales on my back and shoulders, I was curious to discover what it would be like now that lying face down is not an option. We went to a place we've been a million times before, and I just assumed that because we'd booked a prenatal massage, the therapist would be expecting to give me a prenatal massage. So I was surprised when she told me to lie face down on the table. But I was like, Hey, what do I know. Maybe it works fine, and gave it a shot. Bun Bun immediately protested. Oh NO YOU DI'N'T! Bun Bun will NOT be steamrolled! When the therapist returned, I explained the difficulty, and DUH, she had no idea I was pregnant. In case you're curious, a prenatal massage involves being propped up slightly on a wedge, on your back for part of the time and on your side for part of the time. And being kicked by a fetus most of the time, but that part might only happen if you squash it first.
Then Bun Bun got carrot cake. You know, indirectly.