I also learned a second spa-related lesson. As delightful as my pregnancy massage was at Modern this past weekend, my cut and color on the next day was equally unpleasant. Maybe it’s just me, but big ‘ol pregnant ladies were not designed to sit in stylists’ chairs for hours while color sets. The layers of robes on top of personal clothes added to the heat (I’ve been particularly sensitive to hot flashes. It just got worse when I was asked to lay back with my hair in the sink for an additional 10 minutes for color to take it’s final hold. Yeah, that didn’t happen. Getting crushed internally by my fetus was not on my top ten list for the day. We made it work, but I wouldn’t recommend a late third-trimester visit to the hair salon if you can manage to get it in a little earlier.
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