Note to self: do not eat sugar cookies immediately before getting a massage.

I went to a day spa yesterday for what I had hoped would be a well-deserved hour of pampering and relaxation. I’d been given a gift certificate for the spa, and scheduled an hour-long prenatal massage. And everything was great; the massage therapist was friendly and soothing, the atmosphere was warm, cozy, and promoted a sense of calm and well-being. After months of moving, remodeling, holiday-ing, and baby preparations, I was fully prepared for some much needed R&R.

But I ruined it. My food craving issues are complicated right now, and when I get hit by an obsessive urge to scarf something — say, a whole handful of those pink and white frosted circus animal sugar cookies — I have zero control over the consequences.

My sugar cookie snarf-o-rama resulted in a less than ideal massage. My mind was racing. (I need to relax! Now! Really! If I breathe really slowly and relax RIGHT NOW I won’t waste this massage!) The baby was on his own little sugar high, and wiggled, squirmed, kicked and rolled around in my belly the entire time. Normally, I would think it cute, but during a massage? Let’s just say that the alien-baby belly gymnastics are a bit of a distraction from the elusive Zen state. There is, however, a bright side to my somewhat less than ideal experience. I think — just to be fair to the spa, naturally — that I had better head back down and try again. Soon. Minus the sugar buzz.