59 days. That's how much longer I have until my baby girl's due date. Less than two months. In less than two months I will have the responsibility of taking care of a person for the rest of my life.
My husband and I discussed this yesterday as we sat in our daughter's room and dwelled on everything changing in a matter of weeks. It's so exciting and scary at the same time.
We've been married over five years. Our daughter is due just days from our five and a half year anniversary. Luckily we've had some time to spend together, many years to spend time together and get to know and love each other even more than we did the day we got married.
Last January we went on a seven-day cruise to the Caribbean. We went thinking that very well could be our last big trip before having out first child -- Turns out that's the case.
We aren't big travelers, and quite honestly, we're pretty big homebodies. We'd much rather a night inside with pizza and movies than a night out on the town. Every now and then we try to force ourselves out because we know those outings will be sparse once we have a new baby around but we really just prefer each other's company snuggling at home.
In preparing for welcoming a new person to our lives we've thought a little about a "last trip" before she arrives. A "Babymoon" if you will. We both requested three of the same days off this week so we could take a little trip to a nearby city. We -- or rather I -- had a few places in mind that we could tour, visit and dine at. But now that our three-day weekend together has come, we're both finding ourselves rather comfortable with just having the quite time alone together.
I hope this isn't something I'll regret later… Not taking a last "hurrah" trip. So often people will tell me things like "go out now, you won't get to later." I get it, but I don't feel like I'm missing much when I decide to stay in. I kinda feel like the people who tell me that are my bar-hopping, concert-going friends. We, on the other hand hardly find it worth it to pay to see a movie in theaters. We'd much rather wait a few extra months and rent it for $1.
Will I regret this later? Will we wish we stayed overnight at a bed and breakfast instead of in our own home we may very well develop cabin fever in later? Or won't it matter much to us because that's just "not us"? I don't know.
When we planned these days off I forgot that our childbirth class was smack dab in the middle of our break, so we may have to try this again at another time, and perhaps this week will be a time to relax, and next time, a "last getaway" baby-free.
Did you have a babymoon or do anything special just the two of you before your first child arrived? Or even subsequent children? Any ideas? If you didn't, do you regret not having a "last getaway"?
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