Wow…when I look back at those pictures from the late weeks
of pregnancy…I cannot believe how big my belly was!! At the time a few people
started making jokes about there being more than one in there, and I was
totally offended. But now I can definitely see what they meant. Geez. Noting
for next pregnancy.
Anyway…the blog left off right about the time we took our Babymoon which I am definitely using as the excuse for getting off track with blogging. We had originally thought about going somewhere further, but we ultimately decided to go back to one of our favorite spots just outside of San Antonio, the JW Marriott. I was hoping to get some relief from good old West Nile, but we figured flying at that stage was not the smartest idea if we didn’t absolutely have to…nor the most comfortable thing I could have imagined at that point. So we packed up our bug spray and sunscreen and made the 4-5 hour drive down to the Hill Country. Of course we had to stop in Austin for a little shopping on the drag and then again in San Marcos for some outlet shopping.
Finally we made it to the resort, and the “babymoon” began. I am doing the finger air quotations as I say this because apparently “babymoon” still is not a recognized phenomenon. At least not at the JW Marriott San Antonio. Upon arrival and check-in we were asked when we would like the pack-and-play brought up to the room. Ummm…? At that point in the pregnancy we still weren’t 100% sure what a pack-and-play even was. Apparently the agent booking our reservation…clearly a 20-something male nowhere close to having kids….took our “babymoon” comment in the special requests section to mean that we were traveling WITH a baby. We set the record straight at the check-in desk and politely declined the pack-and-play. But on the way to the room we realized we were being led to an entirely different wing of the resort than usual. Past the spa. Past the gym. Past the Starbucks. Past the bar. I was getting nervous. Then I saw the kids’ club. No, no, no. But oh yes, I was right. In addition to assuming we needed a pack-and-play for our “babymoon,” they also booked us in a block of rooms clearly reserved for people with ACTUAL babies. Actual screaming babies. I had no idea such a place even existed. Needless to say…it was not the most relaxing hotel stay I have ever had. We joked that it might prepare us for what was to come, but that was little consolation. In the future I will remember not to mention “baby” or “babymoon” when booking a trip.
Aside from that..and the inability to have a drink in hand
at all times…we had a good trip, and I definitely recommend a babymoon for
parents-to-be. We lounged by the pool, ate endless Mexican food, hung out by
the river, shopped and relaxed. I joined hubby for a day of golf and drove the
cart which was fun until I realized there are not bathrooms at every stop on
the golf course. NOT so fun during your third trimester.
When we returned home I could not believe I still had over
two months to go, and I was wishing we would have done the trip a bit later.
But looking back on it, I am glad we did it when we did. Any later, and I could
NOT have been in a swimsuit in public.
Then it was time to plan the baby shower/BBQ..
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