Inescapable
I had a client cancel last minute (pitfall of opening my book to b and c listers) and since I already had my mom sitting and had to head to the Big City for a much needed hair appt, today has become Spa Day!
W00t!!
I’ve needed a massage desperately for months, since the miscarriage really, so that was the local massage school was first stop.
As I’m settling in I mention my toddler at home, and the perky little 40 something massage student replies that hers is 8 months old.
Thinking I’ve misjudged her age, I engage her in conversation as an excuse to stare. Nope. Definitely in her 40′s.
Later when she asks if I’m relaxed I want to say is NO, BECAUSE ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS YOUR GETTING PREGNANT! In your 40′s. Was it easy? Was it planned? Was there scientific intervention? Or am I just really off on her age?
*sigh*
I’ll take it as a good omen.
So off to my faaaaavorite nail spa. It’s big. It’s relaxing. It’s one of the things I really miss about being a city dweller.
With a sizable disposable income.
They guide me into through the sprawling expanse of comfy chairs, every other one full because it’s a weekday, and park me next to a hugely pregnant woman.
Not a chair away.
Right. Next. Too.
Oh. Holy. Hell.
Are you relaxed now?
No! Because all I can think about is…
You know. You’ve read all about it. I should shut up and be happy with Monkey.
Who sleeps in his own bed yo!!
I am going to, you know, take this one as a good omen as well.
Or? Perhaps Destiny is just fucking with me.
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Posted from my iPhone. I have my hair apt next. Will rant more if need be. Stay tuned.
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And as a side note, if you bring your husband, boyfriend, fuckbuddy, roommate or male of any sort to the nail spa? Make him mother f*cking shut his yap hole! Srsly.
Don wanna listen to you plan your dinner from across the spa!
You know my BFF mom got pregnant at 42, unassissted. As in unplanned and unmarried. Perfectly healthy. We can and will do this. 40% can kma.
Good day for you. Well deserved after laying on floor during sleep remediation.
Must tune out pregnant women and stupid male sidekicks.
Drifted over from Roccie's to say hello and hope you don't mind me hanging around to say hello.
Man, I would have had a hard time not asking the pregnant lady whether she was concerned about the study about nail polish and birth defects. Put that one in your pocket for next time.
Ps. Just read you Dead Cow Girl story and while I'm not that far out of the norm, I did grow up drinking raw goat's milk on my cheerios. ASS nasty if you want to know. Plus grandma did all the butchering & insemination for the dairy goats.
PPS. My friend told me a story of her other friend who'd had six abortions in her 30's, 3 miscarriages 38-40, 4 failed and 1 successful IVF in her 40's and is currently pregnant with a surprise baby at 46.
Here's my thing: I'd like spas and nail salons to be male free zones. Seriously. I know that's old fashioned, but…MUST I look at some guy's gnarly toes while getting a pedicure? And they do seem to be a bit more shouty. And they talk constantly – and obnoxiously – on their cell phones. Vast generalizations but still.
Sounds like a crazy day:) I'd have been the same on the massage table. "Must…relax. Must. Deserve to…relax…am paying good money to relax…but DAMN IT HOW THE HELL DID SHE JUST POP OUT A BABY!?!!?"
Adele: Not only did she pop out a baby? But she was TINY and totally fit.
Misfit: Welcome! I've not had the raw goats milk (that I know of, my childhood was a weird and awkward place) but the raw cows milk was great. Not that I had anything to compare it too. And I don't want to be rude to the pregnant girls, they are lucky to be pregnant! I'm just horribly jealous.
Roccie: I have a friend who did the same thing. I know it can happen. I think it just sucks that I have such a downer of a RE. I've read that in the UK they ONLY transfer one and don't have rates that much lower. We can do this!
And to you all: Boy in the spa. They need to be gay. The gay boys can:
* Keep their voices down.
* Their feet don't look nasty
* They don't stare at your tits.
* They can give great color advice.
And finally. Spa day was awesome… right up until the getting back to my car after my mani/pedi and finding out it had been side swiped.
That was not so spa like.
At least they left a note and their insurance is supposedly taking care of it.