I decided for Christmas to treat my beautiful wife to a weekend in London. I don’t know who invented the babymoon malarkey but it’s catching on and it seems now every pregnant couple have some sort of last hurrah!
A final celebration of their unfettered pre-child existence that they can cling to in the up all hours, dirty nappy filled existence of new parenthood…I’m guessing…maybe people just like an excuse for a weekend away.
We went to London for the weekend, stayed in a beautiful hotel, had a mother to be massage (not me), drank lovely coffee (definitely me) and ate remarkable food.
We got home last night, tidied the house and sat on the sofa together chatting.
I don’t know what babymoons are for, but mine reminded me of just how wonderful my wife is, why she’s going to be a remarkable mother and why I wouldn’t want to be starting this adventure with anyone else.