Do’s and Don’ts – Pregnancy and the Spa

I’ve had a few days sans hubby and kiddo. The time for myself was most certainly appreciated. I made the most of the mommy-vacation by booking as many spa appointments as one can cram into a three day period. And, what I learned is this – if you are pregnant you most definitely need to book a long and luxurious massage with Danielle at Modern Salon and Spa. It was WONDERFUL. Sadly, I got no compensation or discount to make this claim. I just felt like I would be doing a great public service to other expecting moms by letting them know about this miracle worker. She knew where I needed extra work, without me saying a word. I got to relax and feel eight months of pregnant tension release from my body. You can find less expensive massages; I think I’ll now be saving up for periodic splurges with Danielle.

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.

My family returns to this afternoon, and just to make sure I’ve made the most of this me-time extravaganza, I’ll be heading over to Polished for a pedicure and brow wax. I’ve held on to the heels longer in this pregnancy than in my previous one, but all good things must come to an end. So, if my feet are going to get all fat and chubby, they may as well be painted. Lord knows I can’t reach down there to do it myself. The new-ish Polished location at South Park seems to always do the trick. The prices are right, and I’ve never been displeased with a service. Except for the one time I let them thread my eyebrows. Never again. I’m gonna stick with the waxing. Call me old fashioned. I’m cool with that.