Last weekend hubby and I wanted to do something to destress and spoil ourselves after our cancelled cycle. After our first cancelled IVF cycle we coincidentally had a Christmas trip planned to NYC. It was so nice to get away and reconnect. We were looking for a similar experience last weekend. After much thought and much unfruitful searching for travel deals we settled on spending the morning at a local spa for massages and facials. It didn't quite work out as planned.
The first problem presented itself in the parking lot that the spa shared with the convention center next door, a convention center that just happened to be having a baby and pregnancy expo (I'm not kidding). The parking lot was crawling with breeders and babies, not exactly what I was looking for on my who-cares-if-we-have-a-baby-at-least-we-can-spend-all-morning-at-a-spa day.
We started with massages where we were booked in the couple's massage room. I did not request a couple's massage. I do not understand the point of a couple's massage. It's not like it's an interactive experience where you are holding hands or something. In fact, I find it less relaxing. I like NO conversation during a massage and I don't need to hear the other masseuse telling my husband to roll over or asking him about the pressure or what not. The only reason I can see for having a couple's massage is to ensure that your husband does not receive a happy ending (which, quite frankly, I could care less about. If my husband wants to pay for a hand job our marriage has bigger problems that won't be solved in a couple's massage room.)
On to facials. I will admit that my attitude toward skin care waxes and wanes. Sometimes I obsessively apply various creams etc to my face. Other times I can't be bothered and I'm lucky if my face gets washed before I go to bed. Lately I have been doing the latter, which led to the following conversation with my facialist (is that the right word?)
Facial Lady: Do you moisturize two times a day?
Facial Lady: Well, you really should. You don't want to wrinkle prematurely do you?
Then she went on to tell me all the other things wrong with my face. Holy cow. It was like getting a facial from my mom. I felt like I was being scolded for my poor (or non existent) skin care regimen. All relaxation left my body as I started worrying about premature wrinkles and wondering which department store had a Clinique gift with purchase so I could buy some moisturizer and get a free bag of samples I would never use.
Then the girl taking payment had apparently missed the training day for running credit cards. After spending what felt like ten minutes for her to run my card, I then had to run the baby and pregnancy gauntlet again on the way to my car. Needless to say, I spent a lot of money and did not get what I was looking for...
..But I got what I was looking for this weekend. I decided Saturday morning that I was going to buy my sofas despite my husband's desire to wait. After all, I ain't Rhianna...I don't need permission from my man. (What the hell is up with that girl by the way?) This weekend I spent about ten times more money than last weekend, but now I have something to be excited about, something to look forward to. In about six to eight weeks I will be a proud mommy of two twin sofas. I am picking out paint colors to prepare the room for my new babies. I'm so excited!