Palm Springs: Sara Gives Zero Flocks

Well, I'm 32 weeks pregnant and on a plane headed to the hottest part of the United States. Sounds like the dumbest decision I've ever made.  However, my best friend is getting married and I am throwing her bachelorette party, in Palm Freaking Springs. Clearly, when this was all decided, I was not pregnant. By golly, I was not even thinking about getting pregnant. But here I am, pregnant. Who plans our lives? Is it us? If it is, that was stupid on my part. 

We started planning in January. Sara and I both work quickly. We are practically the same person except she is blond and I'm brunette and I've always had about 20 pounds on her and she can drink those 20 pounds on me. Other than that, the same. We had the same apartment, two floors apart, we have the same dog, we have the same furniture, we have the same lifestyles. 

Sara was currently living in sunny Florida. I was living in snowy New York. It was January, we both had warmth on our minds along with someplace neither of us had been. After bouncing around glamping ideas in Southern Utah, we quickly scratch that with accessibility issues, we decided on a more convenient desert, Palm Springs. We found an AirBnB and booked it immediately.

About three months out, I clearly knew I was pregnant now, I started planning all of the details, buying all the goodies and ironing out the itinerary. My trusty Google Docs spreadsheet showed up again. Boy, I'm good!

The day had finally arrived. Jerra, Mayu and I were on the flight to Palm Springs. We were meeting Sam at the airport. Shannon was flying in a bit later. Sara flew to Orange County and was going to drive in with Suzanne. Michelle was driving in from San Diego. We were all meeting at the house. I felt great after the flight. It was on time and easy. Everything was coming together.

 

We easily got into the house and started to decorate. The place was HUGE and perfect for all of us. We worked out the room situation before so everyone knew where they would be staying. When we were done decorating, we informed Suzanne we were ready for her to bring Sara!

Once she arrived, we went to the grocery store for food and then got in the pool!

 

That evening we went to a local hotel restaurant called El Jeffe as they were having taco specials! Everything was delicious! 

We were all extremely exhausted, as we woke up at 4am, flew across the country, decorated a huge house, swam in the hot sun, and went out to dinner in a different time zone. So we went back to the house and I went to bed. I also realized my throat was starting to hurt. Everyone was having allergies from the dryness and dust. I thought it was probably that as well. We also had to wake up really early the next morning as we had a spa day planned!

Suzanne, Shannon and I went to Starbucks and the donut shop. We came back and cooked a wonderful spread for breakfast which included eggs, toast, avocado, fruit, donuts and mimosas! Then we packed up the car and headed to Glen Ivy Spa for a day of sun and pampering. We all wore our matching shirts and visors too!

They had many different pools you could relax in, along with a mud treatment, massages and many more things! 

We ended up getting a cabana, which was the smartest decision we made. It was set in the back of the spa, away from all the crowded areas. But, the best part about it was the button. You pressed that button and someone came running to take our order or bring us whatever we wanted! We loved that button. 

Unfortunately, my sore throat was not getting any better and I feared that maybe it was a cold. The day before I left, I found out one of my coworkers was sick. She had come in for a day and a half without telling anyone she was sick. When I found out she was sick I was extremely upset. I told her if I got sick over this weekend, I was going to be very mad.

That evening, after our long drive home, we decided to stop at the store and buy junk food for dinner. It was wonderful! I also stocked up on medicine as I was starting to feel really crappy.

The next morning it was official. I was 32 weeks pregnant, across the country in a house that wasn't my own, sick, in bed, during my best friends bachelorette party that I had been planning for a year. I was pissed. Very pissed. 

I stayed in bed until the girls were ready for brunch. I had intended to make two reservations however, one place did not take reservations. Our thought process was to go to the one without a reservation first and if we couldn't get in, we would go to the other. Well, we got in and I was so glad because this place was adorable and delicious.

We walked around and shopped a bit after that. We also got ice cream. Then we went home, the girls got in the pool and I went to bed. I started to feel horrible and actually changed my flight to leave early the next morning. I even skipped out on dinner that night. Everyone understood. How could they not with the pile of tissues next to my bed and the noises coming out of my mouth. 

However, the girls seemed to have a great time without me! And, I'm very glad about that!

 Shannon was flying home the next morning as well so we shared an Uber. The first flight I slept almost the whole way. The second flight was fine until we landed. They made us sit on the runway for 30 minutes until we were able to park at our gate. I wanted to kill someone at this point. Thank goodness Leif was there to pick me up. I actually stayed home in bed for two more days, had to take sick days from work that I did not have. Not to mention pay to change my plane ticket home. The whole thing was such a disaster. However, I survived, as I knew I would. But that cold kicked my butt for two whole weeks. 

I'm just glad Sara and the girls had such a great time!

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