Getting prepared, part I: babymoon

Alright I admit it: one of the (somewhat frivolous) things on our preparations list was a final waddle jaunt someplace relaxing and slightly luxurious, while we could still pretend it's just the two of us for a few days and get some respite from the whirlwind of appointments and practicalities looming along with little seedling's arrival. H suggested a last minute, doctor-approved, comfortable-journey-by-train to the continent while it was still a possibility; and so we spent last week exploring some lovely Belgian towns, soaking up the fin de siècle atmosphere of amazing grand cafes, drinking the justifiably famous Belgian beer (him), eating mussels (him again), pastries and chocolate (me, me) and generally being aimless and immersed in something other than our day-to-day reality. 

A babymoon is meant for those last moments of couple-y decadence before life is turned upside down by late night feeds and hastily stolen moments for personal hygiene and long conversations about the contents of baby's diapers rather than the contents of the Sunday papers over a bottle of prosecco.

At least that's the idea, right?

For us I think it was as much a respite from the hazy blur of often scary and overwhelming medical stuff that's characterized this pregnancy. And really, there was as much happy anticipation of little seedling's arrival in our conversations as there was avoidance of that inevitability.

We strolled...and window shopped in beautiful baby boutiques.

We visited late night jazz cafes...and laughed at her reactions in time to the music.

Ravenous young lovers with eyes only for each other, we were probably not. (Well, there was our two nights at a beautiful Brussels hotel with a rather racy past. Does that count?)

So I guess not a babymoon in the traditional sense (if the term 'traditional' can be aptly applied to a trend that has arisen in recent decades to respond to our growing affluence and consumerism) of decadence and pampering implied by the term. But ok, both owing to financial constraints and to the fact that I have no intention of eternally forgoing the reading of novels or long country walks just because I am about to delve into active parenthood, ours was a more subdued affair, though none the less delightful for that. Here's a visual sampling of what we encountered....