Last week, I went in with my wife for her OB appointment as I have done religiously since the news of her pregnancy. When the doctor came into the room, she asked if we were going on a “babymoon.” As she was telling us about the one her friends took, I couldn’t help but think to myself, “What the hell is a babymoon?”
She explained that a babymoon is when parents-to-be go on a vacation prior to the birth of their baby. Apparently, it’s the last chance to spend some romantic time alone together before being burdened with the responsibilities of being a new parent.
Weird, but I guess it’s true.
Since my calender is literally dotted with responsibilities and things to do for the next five weeks, I truly doubt that we can go anywhere.
My last chance to get away was during the weekend of my birthday. We had originally planned on a short Las Vegas trip, but our plans were curtailed when my wife found out her work schedule was changed at the last minute. It would have been a good trip filled with buffet style gluttony.
I can’t wait until my paternity leave starts. I might actually get to slow down and take a breath.