Can't Hurt, Might Help

Baby C is pretty smart. I think he or she is waiting until our house doesn't look like this anymore:

Remember the movie "ET?" That's my house right now

This is the work being done on the bathroom. Coming right along (really, they do work fast).

Wednesday's acupuncture appointment went well.  The facility is in an area called Gangnam. Very high rent, very pro-plastic surgery, very alternative medicine-y. This is one of many curious signs in the subway:

It's a chair that melts your butt away? No idea. Digging the stirrups, though.
 Wonder what the blue chair does. I can only imagine.
Oh, maybe that is her "after" and now she can fit into tiny chairs?
If only I could read Korean.

Dr. Royer is a very nice Austrian who knows my friend and Yoga teacher Katja, providing a nice ice breaker. After the small talk he put a few needles in my toes, inner shins, belly and one in each hand. It did not hurt (and, hey, it might help). Then, his assistant came to burn the herbs...moxum or something. I don't know. My job is to chill out, so that is what I do while she chats with me. 

Wednesday night I had contractions strong enough to wake me up. After about a half hour, I thought about getting into the bathtub to just relax and let the contractions keep coming, but they must have stopped because I fell back asleep.

Thursday started with acupuncture and then I met up with Dorie in Itaewon for "Sip and See" at Julianne's. Julianne is a friend and a designer and had a little art show/sale at her house.

Some pieces from a Chinese artist that Julianne reps.

Pieces from a Vietnamese artist

A little closer view

Next acupuncture is tomorrow morning. I will be sure to take a picture of more of the funny advertisements--maybe of the toe surgery poster, it's a good one. 

:)sbc