Two weekends ago, we went on our babymoon. It sort of makes me cringe to say that, because I think it’s a ridiculously stupid word. Babymoon. Like I picture babies showing their butts and stuff whenever I hear it. But you know what? A vacation is a vacation and I’ll take it and call it whatever the pregnancy god’s tell me to. Baby butt vacation, sign me up.
You guys! I got to ride a bike! And when I say bike, I mean an adult-sized trike that was really only meant for the lodge staff to haul stuff around the grounds, but of course they let my charming pregnant ass borrow it. I can’t quite put into words how excited I was to go on a bike ride, especially since I haven’t hopped on one since before I was pregnant for fear of falling off. (It’s happened before.) I don’t really like to imagine what I must have looked like riding this thing but I loved every second of it.
We went on a little hike one morning, which lasted all of 1/2 of a mile before I panicked about going into labor in the middle of the woods and turned around. I was then followed down the trail by a large-sized squirrel, who I can only assume saw me and figured I had massive quantities of food to share with him. We treated ourselves to a couples massage – which was Casey’s first massage ever, which also must be documented. Can’t you just feel his excitement?! Also, please excuse my naked face. I didn’t wear makeup all weekend long – per Casey’s orders. He actually like, insisted on it. I still don’t get it but I love him for it.
Another first… sorta. This was Casey’s first hamburger in over 2 years, since we stopped eating meat. Kind of a big deal. He didn’t f*ck around either – this beast had bacon and gorgonzola cheese sauce and a whole pile of onions. Cue the meat sweats.
We listened to some great live music at dinner on our last night. Though I must say that the singer had somewhat of an… ugly singing face. You know what I’m talking about? Lots of singers have it. Dave Matthews has it. Jessica Simpson has it. It’s as if their face is physically rejecting the music out of their body. It’s really distracting and it makes me uncomfortable. I have such problems.The thing of it is, it’s so easy to lose track of what it means to be a husband/wife in everyday life. Things get busy and you fall into a routine and then you naturally take on these other roles that sometimes distract you from being couple… instead we become the dog walker, the cook, the bill payer, the errand runner, etc. And we know that once the baby is here, it’ll be even harder to prioritize “us”. So we truly appreciated and made the most of having this time alone to just be together with no distractions, no dogs, no yard work or meals to worry about. It really was a great
baby butt vacation.
So. We’ve officially crossed the last of our big summer plans off our list! Next up, childbirth. No biggie.