Last night was the second round of our Ante-Natal classes. This time, we learnt stretching, breathing and relaxing.
Our class this time around was conducted by two physiotherapists and held in the Rehabilitation Centre of DSH. Towards the end of the night, this young lady physiotherapist was giving us instructions and tips on massaging. Yes, daddies have a role to play too!
As we did an exercise on back massage, the physiotherapist made her rounds to make sure we're doing it right. Then she came round to Mae and me.
"Aah... this one's good," she said out loud. And all the other folks turned to look.
And suddenly all the expectant mommies ditched their husbands and made a beeline at the foot of Mae's bed. "Do me next!" "No! Me first" "Please, me first. I'll pay you, okay!?" Suddenly all the women in the room wanted a taste of my massaging prowess. I knew then as I have always known; mine were the hands that were made for the pleasure of womankind.
Okay. So it didn't quite happen that way. But heck, it felt good to know that I had the makings of masseur! Hahahahah!!!
"Honey, you proud of me?" I asked, quite shamelessly.
"I'm always proud of you," said the clever woman who will enjoy good massage for the rest of her life.