The first trimester of pregnancy sucks. Sure, you just found out you are bringing a beautiful new darling into the world that you created and it might be the best (and only) thing you have ever done in your life, but the first 3 months of being knocked up SUCK.
Morning sickness (which actually lasts all day), constipation, bloating, weird ass dreams, food aversions, and hormonal meltdowns. Ah yes, the joys of pregnancy.
Now, I am not even going to talk about giving up champagne or the monotony of only eating food that are beige in color. No, I am not going to go there.
BECAUSE I AM DONE! I am officially in my second trimester. Luckily, my trip to Atlanta was scheduled 2 days after I entered the blissful third month of pregnancy.
To add to the excitement, I was going to be staying at the St. Regis in Atlanta, actually, it is in Buckhead, which is the ultra-luxe suburb in Atlanta: What Beverly Hills is to Los Angeles. My schedule was not that packed either, so I was going to have some time to enjoy all that the fabulous St. Regis had to offer. So, let’s get started on my journey:
I arrived late in the afternoon (after that crazy Delta check – see past blog). I was greeted by my driver who offered me a cold water (no more champers for me) and a mint. The Town Car I was picked up in had wi-fi, but I was too busy taking in the site to worry about checking my email.
Once I arrived – I felt like I arrived. The staff was extremely courteous, welcoming me to Atlanta with their charming Southern accent. The St. Regis lobby is fashioned after a scene in a romantic movie set in the blissful South. A grand staircase greets guests and a huge, sparkling chandelier illuminates the majestic space.
After checking in, I headed to my room, which I told was equipped with my own butler. Really? Sure enough, minutes after my arrival, I was greeted by Thomas, a gorgeous, white-gloved man who served me a famous St. Regis Bloody Mary. I did not tell him I was with child, so I thanked him and ate the veggies and said adieu to the beautiful drink as I deposited its yummy red and spice contents down the sink. (yes, I am very proud of myself – I love a good Bloody Mary). Along with the usually vegetables in a Bloody, this one had okra. A love-it-or-hate it veggie from the South. I, love it.
That night, I poured myself a big, deep warm bathtub (remember ladies, no hot baths for your babies). From the tub, I could watch TV – which I did because when I left my husband, I forgot to take one of the many TVs we had.
Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about my afternoon tea and spa experience. Oh, and my time lounging by the pool……