Doug and I spent last weekend in sunny South Florida for a relaxing getaway. I've always appreciated escaping somewhere warm and filled with sunshine to restock vitamin D (which I sorely miss during the bleak months). Prior to becoming pregnant, I'd observed friends take babymoons, but I hadn't given much thought to this cultural phenomenon until my own pregnancy. Was it something we wanted or needed to do? I wasn't initially convinced that it was necessary but I was certainly open to the idea.
Doug and I both work demanding jobs and our free time is precious. New York City, for all the wonderful perks of living here, can quickly become a grind. It wears on you to varying degrees, depending on the month, the status of the subway (getting worse, by the way), the neighborhoods where you live and work, and what else is happening in the city on a particular day.
Against this background, we know that with the arrival of a baby that change is coming. We know, academically, that our lives will change, that we will have less free time, that our schedules will be less flexible, that we will go out to dinner far less often. I've heard that becoming parents will change each of us, that our perspectives and our focus (both jointly and separately) will shift, that how Doug and I related to each other as partners will change. But I have no idea what that is going to look or feel like. It's not something I'm anxious about but it is a great unknown. The future is going to be different, but I won't know how until we get there.
All of which increased the importance of taking babymoon as one way to focus now on our marriage. We have a lot going on in the coming months, much of which is wonderful and exciting but which also requires planning, and decision making, and a decent amount of stress. This past weekend was a welcome reprieve to step out of our to-do lists and to unwind, to be able to just enjoy time spent together on what will be our last getaway just the two of us before the baby arrives. The ability to travel, both to make the time and to spend the money, is certainly a luxury and I'm so grateful we were able to do it.
When we travel, we typically love to explore, to see and do lots of new things but for this particular trip we took a more low key approach. We were limited as to when we could travel (in part due to pregnancy-related travel restrictions) and we didn't want a very long flight from NYC (otherwise I would have been dreaming about something on the West Coast or even a return to Hawaii). We definitely wanted to go somewhere sunny and reliably warm (in March, which narrows ones options), preferably near the ocean. In the spirit of wanting to relax, and not to worry, we were also keen to find somewhere that was low risk for Zika, which ruled out most of the Caribbean (otherwise a logical destination for this time of year).
So we picked South Florida and mostly hung out at our hotel, luxuriating in the sunshine and in beautiful sunsets over the water. We really didn't do all that much. We ventured into nearby Naples for dinner twice, but that was it. I sipped virgin pina coladas on the beach, we ate local seafood, and we spent three nights just hanging out with each other. It was just what we were hoping for.