One Pound Menace
Yesterday was my birthday. For Christmas, Travis had bought me a Burke Williams pregnancy massage gift certificate. I decided it was the perfect day to use it.
Pregnancy massages come with a whirlpool bath. The nice bath lady filled the tub with bubbles and orange blossom oil. It smelled heavenly and I hopped in and used the iced cucumbers she gave me. After a little bit, the bubbles went down, so I decided to turn the jets on and enjoy the (not overly so) warm water. I turned them on and lay back down. After a couple of minutes I felt bubbles tickling my nose. I opened my eyes and the bubbles were about to overflow the tub! The jets had reinvigorated the bubbles! So I turned them off and noticed that the nice bath lady had brought me a glass of lemonade and a bowl of chilled, cut fruit. I ate the 'nanas and oranges and when I was about to start on the apples, she came into tell me that it was time for my massage.
I regretfully got out of the tub and put on the enormous Burke Williams robe. I walked out to the treatment waiting area and the massage therapists were waiting lined up in a row like little soldiers. :) "Jennifer?"
"yes."
"Hi, I'm Brandie, follow me."
We went upstairs past all of the weird Bamboo sculptures and went inside on the massage "cells". They are so small! The room was nicely warm and of course the harp music was present. I got on the table and started to hug the pregnancy mound. Brandie started the massage and I started to relax.
Sproing! One eye flickered open. Are you kidding me? Sproing! Alton decided our bath had been invigorating and he was going to do some bladder gymnastics!
"Brandie? I need to go to the bathroom! My son had decided my bladder is a spring board."
She left so I could put my robe back and and then escorted me down the hall to the toilet.
"Does this happen all the time?
"Usually at least once during pregnancy massages."
I went quickly and then we returned to the cell. She started again and was about 1/2 way through when Alton decided to hop up and down on my bladder again.
"When it is time to switch to the other side, I need to go to the bathroom again."
"No problem."
Brandie was really nice and massaged me for an extra ten minutes because of the bladder gymnastic interruptions.
After my massages, I decided to go into the Quiet Room and have a nap. They have a row of Lazy Boy recliners with blankets, a fruit bowl and of course of bowl of chilled cucumbers for the eyes. I took a pair of cucumbers and picked a recliner, put my feet up, placed my chilled cucumbers and fell asleep. I took the best nap. My eyes after all of my cucumber applications looked awesome. No puffiness at all!
I went back into the spa and had a luxurious shower. They have those nice showers that have the footwide shower heads. Of course they have the best toiletries as well.
After paying for my massage, I went downstairs to Panera and got a caramel brownie. Then I went across the street to my favorite pedicure place and got a mani/pedi. My toes look pretty again!
Travis got home a little before seven. He intended to be home before 6, but he ended up having to work late.
We went to J. Trani's in San Pedro for dinner. We had the bruschetta for an appetizer. Oh garlic and tomatoey goodness! They were out of halibut. :( So I had the jumbo shrimp and flank steak skewers with mashed potatoes. Travis had their chicken Saltimboca, which was really good. We finished dinner off with a brownie and ice cream dessert that was covered in fudge. Sooooo good!
It was a wonderful birthday. Oh yeah, Travis got me this: http://vtbear.stores.yahoo.net/bearfootandpregnant.html I think it is sooo cute! It had the cutest note from him with it: Dear Sweetheart, Happy birthday! I love you so much and I can't wait to be parents with you. Love, Trav
1 comment:
Such a cute story! A wonderful couple! Now just so you know, these little cute things Alton does are TOTAL signs of his personality OUTSIDE the tummy.
Love you guys, and am so glad you are blogging everything, your friends aren't missing any experience you come across.
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