I have happily ignored a lot of the newer traditions throughout my pregnancy – maternity photoshoots, gender reveal parties, and eventually even “push presents,” just to name a few. While I appreciate the collective celebration that comes alongside pregnancy, some of it just isn’t me.
No thanks. I’ll happily save the $200 for the photographer and the additional $100 for the perfect maternity “outfit” that I’ll likely never wear again. And I’ll even more happily skip lounging, half nude in a bed of ivy with my flower crown and flowy, earth mother dress while staring lovingly at my womanly curves. Instead, I’d prefer that any and all documentation of my pregnancy happen on our phones in real situations, in all of my real life attire – ill fitting sports bras (I haven’t bothered to get new ones), my assortment of they still fit leggings collection (hooray for spandex), rubber-banded jean shorts (yesssss…), and tights and dresses (my staple outfit lately) – because, hey that’s what my pregnancy really looks like. It’s raw, it’s real and it’s me. And I’m not saying anyone who wants or had maternity photoshoots are wrong for doing so, it’s just part of the pregnancy celebration that I am personally more than ok with skipping. You do you, I’ll do me.
Gender reveal parties.
Nope. Ain’t nobody got time for that. It was hard enough to get my family and friends together for a Baby Danger is coming soon party, I can’t imagine asking all of my friends and family to come and celebrate us when we’re only halfway through the pregnancy just to find out the sex. Plus, I’m way too impatient. We were given the option to find out the gender via a blood test around 11 weeks and I was ALL ABOUT IT.
Just no. I don’t get it. I don’t need it. Babies are already expensive af, and I’d rather save our money for any kind of push present for his college fund. Nuff said.
That said, there is one newish pregnancy tradition that has me torn – the one that keeps coming up – I swear, it comes up in almost every single conversation, Facebook post, Instagram comment, you name it – it seems to be at the top of everyone’s must-do pregnancy list: the babymoon.
I’ve heard it all:
“Make sure you take a babymoon!”
“It’s the last time it will just be the two of you…”
“You have the rest of your lives to work. Just do it now before the baby comes.”
And spoiler alert, no we didn’t take a babymoon, at least not officially. And no, we aren’t going to. I’m over 36 weeks pregnant so we’re certainly not going to be traveling to some far off land for a week of adventures when walking a few miles makes me feel like I just ran marathon. Not to mention, this baby could be coming…any. day. now (if he damn well pleases).
On the one hand, a babymoon sounds amazing; honestly, any excuse to travel is a good excuse.
But on the other hand, it also sounds kind of frustrating and slow. When I travel, I like to adventure. I want to fully immerse myself in the experience and take advantage of the time we have – meaning my ideal travel day involves getting up early to run and explore, followed by a non-stop day of walking, activity, and adventure, ideally with snacks packed so we can skip lunch, and then treat ourselves to a big dinner and a nice glass of wine before blissfully passing out. And then, rinse and repeat.
While pregnant- some of my ideal travel – like ahem, skipping lunch, or adventuring all day long without a break would just become a bit more…challenging. And slow. And honestly, some big, exotic trip might just be kind of lost on me right now. I might just feel frustrated that I wasn’t able to do more while I was there.
Plus, I find the whole idea of “this is the last time it will be just the two of you” or “do it while you still can…” to be a little too doom and gloom for my taste. I don’t think having a kid should be viewed as a prison sentence or a disability (or dare I say it, the catalyst for an unhappy marriage). I know plenty of people with kids who still adventure, travel, and LIVE their lives. Yes, I realize there has to be some sacrifice when you have kids, but you can’t just stop living entirely. And to think a babymoon – traveling when I’m uncomfortable and can’t even drink wine – is my last opportunity just makes the whole thing too depressing. After having this kid, I know it will be more difficult to travel and adventure, but not impossible. I still intend to live a fulfilling life.
Plus, we did some traveling while pregnant – maybe not an official babymoon – but we escaped our normal lives, just the same.
I went to Bentonville, Arkansas to speak at the Outdoor Blogger Summit conference and got my fill of trail running, exploring, and adventuring with some new friends.
We enjoyed a little weekend escape to Astoria (on the Oregon Coast) and got our fill of running, hiking, exploring and eating!
We traveled to California for the holidays and took every pregnancy induced insomnia excuse to get out for a sunrise hike…pure magic!
We got to take advantage of Phoenix’s winter heat wave and donned shorts and tank tops in January, hiked up mountains in Sedona, and ran all the good trails we could find.
We also got away to the mountains for our annual friends trip to Bend.
And while there wasn’t much snow, we got out for runs, explored some trails, and of course ate all the good food (ahem, cheesy dip).
And we got to do it all in style driving around in a fancy Mazda CX-9 Grand Touring vehicle (because that is how we roll….).
For me, not having an official babymoon has allowed me to look at this as just another chapter of my life, not a full stop, time to start over event. I refuse to give into the notion that my life, my adventures, and even my passion for travel will completely come to a STOP once I have a kid.
In fact, I’ll be in San Diego in June for BLOGFEST (OMG!!!), and we already have a Tahoe trip on the books for August (with a three month old, no less). I’m also in the process of campaigning for a fall trip to Maui – which grandma will likely join us for to give us some time for it to be just the two of us again. And I’m going to Vail with my parents in January, just me and the kiddo, and hoping grandma and grandpa will babysit for a few hours so I can hit the slopes.
So tell me, mamas, what pregnancy traditions can you not live without? And which ones did you skip? What are your feelings on maternity photoshoots? Baby showers? Gender reveal parties? Babymoons? Push presents? Or other traditions?
Stay sweaty (and keep livin’ that good life!) friends.