After the birth of my daughter, I didn’t stick around long enough to get a massage from the hospital massage therapist. After the birth of my son, I was in too much pain to want one. And the massage therapist kept badgering me to have one, and getting really nasty about it, so I finally told her to leave. There’s no way in hell I would have felt comfortable getting a massage from a woman that was so pissy with me for turning her down because I was in PAIN from my C-SECTION and not in the MOOD to be touched and mauled at.

Now? I’m dying for a massage. I could check out massages in Huntington Beach, or ask my husband for one later tonight.

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