Oh you guys. This week is hard. We’re still facing temps that makes it feel like the Arctic, my dog is having GI issues, work is blah (and everyone ‘round the office seems to be either fighting a stomach bug or some sort of cold) and I’m not on vacation any longer.
Last week, we headed to Anguilla for our babymoon (or really, our end of winter requisite getaway) and it was everything I wanted. While researching possible destinations, I knew I wanted to visit somewhere we’ve never been, worked within a somewhat limited budget (I mean, I probably should be saving for baby), and yet didn’t involve too much travel (like connecting flights or 6+ hours on a plane),
We took a direct flight to St. Maarten and then hired a private charter for the 30 minute boat ride to Anguilla. Once there, we stayed at a charming and rustic property (The Arawak Beach Inn). Our room was perfect - it had a wrap around porch, which provided great views and let in a refreshing cross breeze.
We rented a car for a few days and it allowed us to explore the island and to visit our absolute favorite beach (Shoal Bay East). This beach had stunning blue water, sand that looked (and felt!) like sugar, and we alternated between napping under an umbrella and splashing around in the water.
We also spent a day on a private island, which was completely empty except for the two of us (and our boat captain). The ride to the island was on a ramshackle boat (think: Life Of Pi with a motor), and the water was a bit rough (and had me eyeing up the closest life jacket) - but once we got there, it was absolutely worth it! The innkeeper at the Arawak packed us a lunch (salads and sandwiches and fruit) and honestly, this was one of the most relaxing days of my life.
The rest of our time was spent finding the best place to watch the sun rise and set, eating, napping, reading (I started and finished The Goldfinch), and honestly, just enjoying each other’s company.
We ended up choosing the Last Hurrah package that our hotel offered and it was a wonderful choice. I had a massage on the beach, we had breakfasts included daily, our room was awesome, and c’mon - a day trip to a private island? How can you beat that? Last night, I was reading Fit Pregnancy (the Feb/March) edition, and it turns out, the Arawak Beach Inn was mentioned as one of the best babymoon getaways and I totally agree. I am so glad we went!
Man, these Sunday night blues are hitting me hard. I wish I was back in Anguilla - or anywhere that doesn’t mean I need to head back to work tomorrow. And since this winter storm has been downgraded (they’re currently forecasting 2-5 inches, way down from the 12-18 I heard originally), it’s looking like I’ll be in the office bright and early tomorrow morning.
But what I wouldn’t give to be back in our poster bed, balcony doors open, hearing the crashing waves and feeling the ocean breeze.
Last weekend, we held a gender reveal party for our families. Everyone was instructed to wear either pink or blue - to show their guess for the sex of the baby. Surprisingly, the color count was pretty even! Jeff was convinced all along that Baby McLain would be a girl - but I wasn’t too certain.
We had tons of Team Girl and Team Boy decorations, decking out the house in pink and blue. Call it cheesy, old fashioned, or whatever - but the pink and blue were just too adorable. We served color coordinated drinks and had a white cake decorated with “It’s a…” When we cut into it, a bright pink center was revealed - so yes, baby is a girl!
Obviously, having a healthy baby is our #1 objective, but I can’t deny that I breathed a sigh of relief after we found out. Even after having a younger brother, boys just seem so foreign to me! Now Jeff’s feeling slightly panicked - thinking the house will be overrun with tutus and tiaras and pocket purses (his words, not mine), but I can already see the love and adoration in his eyes for this baby girl (and we still have four more months until we meet her)!
Our photo wall has finally been hung! Totally a work in progress, but it’s a start. Dang plaster walls - they make hanging things a pain, but I’m so happy we finally got around to tackling this!
This may be the most perfect weather forecast in the history of weather forecasts. 36 hours until we are vacation bound! I cannot wait to be warm, bask in the sun, and to exhale - since these last few weeks have been filled with demanding work travel, meetings, and intense presentations. I figure when we get back, we’ll get more serious about prepping for baby (registering! decorating the nursery! finding daycare arrangements!) - but for the next week, I’m ready to plop myself on a beach and relax. Phew.
THANK YOU THOSE THINGS ARE AWFUL
Truer words have never been spoken.
Yes, I do send my family members (in this case, my mom) photos of my husband as a child when I’m bored. My mom’s response literally had me on the ground laughing.
Love is the feeling we have for those we care deeply about and hold in high regard. It can be as light as the hug we give a friend or heavy as the sacrifices we make for our children. It can be romantic, platonic, familiar, fleeting, everlasting, conditional, unconditional, imbued with sorrow, stoked by sex, studied by abuse, amplified by kindness, twisted by betrayal, deepened by time, darkened by difficulty, leavened by generosity, nourished by humor, and loaded with promises and commitments that we may or may not want to keep.
The best thing you can do with your life is tackle the motherfucking shit out of love.
i just started this book and damn if i don’t need to be reading it with a wine glass in hand to catch the tears.
I’m currently reading this book as the snow falls outside. I’m curled up on the couch and all is good. But man, it’d be a lot better with a glass of wine in my hand.
anyone wanna play along?
I’m in! Now to start adding new books to my to-read list!
Thursday thoughts on being 16 weeks pregnant:
- It’s starting to get uncomfortable to sleep on my stomach. I think this has less to do with my stomach, and more do to with the pressure on my chest.
- As self-proclaimed jeans hater, I must admit that maternity jeans are awesome!
- I’m starting to be able to handle more than just bagels and pasta (I ate green beans last night and drank green juice today!) - but chicken and poultry still make me feel queasy.
- 4 weeks until we find out the sex of the baby! Yes - we will be finding out. How else will I be able to stock up on super cute dresses or polos? And also, I’m pumped to start referring to baby as him/her, instead of it.
- While I’m wearing nearly all of my regular clothes (except for jeans - ain’t nobody have the patience to squeeze into those), I’m pretty sure most of my tops will need to be relegated to storage bins soon. Not necessarily for my stomach (it hasn’t really popped yet), but since my shirts aren’t fitting over my ginormous chest, they’ll probably need to be retired in the next week or so. I mean gaping buttons aren’t work appropriate, right?
- I haven’t found (or actually started looking for) a daycare, babysitter, etc, or actually tallied up exactly how much I really will be spending on baby each month, but since ignorance is bliss, I just booked a babymoon to Anguilla. (I know most people hate the term “babymoon” - but since I love any excuse to go on vacation, I’m hopping on this trend.)
- My sister is much more excited for this baby than I am. Case in point? The text I got from her yesterday - “Can I babysit the entire months of July & August? You can have it during the school year, but I’ll babysit again during Thanksgiving and Christmas break.” (yay for teacher’s schedules!)
- Unlike when wedding planning, I’m refusing to log on to The Bump (or any of those other sites that give you checklists to tackle). That just seems like one giant to-do list and I figure my doctor will just alert me of the important stuff, right?
tl;dr life is good. I’m feeling better (yay for not having all-day morning sickness any longer!) but I can’t help feeling like I’m not responsible enough to be a mom!
Not sure if I should be ashamed or inspired by the fact that 50% of my new reading material came from the YA section.