From a malfunctioning home alarm system and not feeling well to a broken Keurig machine and a heavy workload, this week has been extremely stressful and more exhausting than usual. I think I need to pamper myself with a day of relaxation. A facial and massage sound just about perfect right now.
In March, JB and I enjoyed a couple’s massage during our weekend getaway in Kansas City. Mine was a prenatal one, of course, but the spa did not use a table with a hole cut out for my belly (though at that time my baby bump looked more like I had eaten a large lunch). Instead, the masseuse had me lay on side, first my left and then my right. At almost 33 weeks, though, I would probably be more comfortable on a specially designed pregnancy massage table. I actually can’t remember the last time I laid on my stomach…
Today’s side project will be to locate a massage studio or spa in Omaha that offers prenatal massages and uses a massage table with the baby bump hole. I’m desperately looking forward to an hour (or more) of me-time, though I imagine fitting my belly into the hole may seem strange at first.
Has anybody had a prenatal massage? Was it enjoyable or awkward?
(How indulgent does this Balinese-style bath look? If I had a big enough tub, you’d bet I’d be relaxing in it. Sadly, it’s practically child-size. Good for baby, bad for mama.)