"So, what are you going to do before the baby comes?" a good friend asked me recently.
"Uhm, work?" I answered back. '"Try not to think about how drastically my life will change?"
Not what she meant. My friend was talking about taking a "babymoon." Honeymoons come after the wedding. But babymoons come before the kid screams into our lives.
It's a word I have never heard before.
People I know have taken romantic jaunts to spas and gone to warm climates, but I can't seem to wrap my head around taking a vacation now. My husband and I need every penny we're earning to support ourselves and the Lentil in the next year. And I feel like this is my last chance, for a long time to come, to be in the working world.
And I'll admit, I have not yet completely come to terms with my departure from my job (so, I won't be writing stories or showing up at Toronto police headquarters daily to work my crime beat? I don't get it. Explain this to me again?!)
I still have visions of myself walking into work with a baby slung over my shoulder, ready to start my day. Anyway, airplanes will only let me board for a few more weeks, yet I have no plans to fly anywhere.
With my stomach getting in the way of, like, everything these days, I'm also not feeling up for romantic walks along a beach ("look dear," other beachgoers will say,"there's a blimp lying on the sand!").
But I feel like we should do something, like eat out more, or leave the house at midnight to go to a club just because we can!!
But then I get tired and just want to go to bed. And eating's getting tough - what with my stomach and intestines stuffed into the tiny cavity behind my giant boobs.
So much for the babymoon.
In lieu of a jaunt somewhere exotic however, I will accept a "push present."
It's another phrase just learned and one I like a lot.