I didn’t even know the term babymoon existed until I started planning ours. Turns out other people have thought of having one last hurrah before their babies come before we did. The night we learned that not-Boomer was born, I asked one of my sisters-in-law for parenting advice. “Go out to dinner tonight,” she said. “Put it on a credit card or borrow if you have to. You’ll want to go to a place with actual silverware, because you won’t be doing it again for a long, long time.”
Here’s the itinerary for Saturday:
A.M.-dogs to dogpark to wear them out.
noonish-dogs to vet for shots and boarding (poor things!); casual lunch: Attic Man wants to go to a place he saw with a big smoker outside. That man loves the BBQ.
afternoon-movie, probably the new Bond?
evening-nice dinner: local brewpub that’s supposed to have good food.
later evening: retire to whirlpool suite in chain hotel in town. I have been dying for a good soak. Our current bathtub is perfect for a four-year-old, and not so much for an almost 200 pound woman* , even with the old-lady bath bar.
I know it’s only in town and it’s not that extravagent, but it’s just about perfect for us. I just want to be in that tub and to have someone else cook and clean up after me for one day. What would be perfect, though, would be to go into labor on Saturday night so I could use that tub for the earlier stage. Also, we have to pay to board the dogs for two nights even though they’re only staying one, so we could probably talk them into keeping the goof troop for Sunday night, too.
~it looks like our sick person may be OK after all. we’re unbelievably relieved~
*What’s up with my freaking 45-pound weight gain?? I was hoping to settle at 30. A lot of it may be fluid (or at least I’m hoping). I had a weird 5-pound gain this week, and I was concerned because I KNOW I didn’t eat 5 pounds worth of butter and sugar. But doc didn’t seem to be concerned. “I think most of that is right here,” she said, tapping my schoolmarmish ankles.
I only wanted to gain (well you really don’t want to gain anything) 25 pounds because that’s what the Body Mass Index said I should gain. It said I am borderline obese. Okay, I am muscular but I am fit and definetly NOT obese. Anyway, I gained 40 pounds. The one reward of hauling my torn and bleeding body to the doctor a few days after delivery was hearing that I’d already lost 20 pounds. That was a blessed moment. You’ll see your ankle bones again soon.
That sounds like a wonderful day together. And who knows? Maybe Saturday will be your night! It’s been so exciting to read about your pregnancy, and it’ll be wonderful to read about your experience as mama of The Snapper. Congratulations again to you and Attic Man!
I am so envious of your hot-tub excursion – wooo hoooo!!! Congrats indeed – I am hoping for a Sat. labor for you. (BTW – we have an adoption worker now – Cookie should be legally ours no later than Feb.) My best to you two as you enter these next few days.