I’m not sure where I first heard this term - for a trip that a couple makes not shortly after a wedding, but shortly after finding out that they are pregnant - I think Leslie Mutchler hipped me to it. It’s quite the ‘affluent’ thing to do. I guess it’s supposed to be the last big ‘hurrah’ before all of your credit line goes towards a baby rather than oneself.
Perhaps our first ‘babymoon’ was a year ago to Bosnia and the Croatian coast. I guess our last trip to Europe before baby ckab arrives. No baby happened there, but we took A LOT of pictures.
Our next babymoon was an official one - to Miami and Key West Florida just after Memorial Day. Official in that, well, we were pregnant. We had JUST passed our first trimester and the dinosaur creatures that had plagued ab during those first weeks of exhaustion, food aversions, weepyiness, and hyper scent had for the most part abated. All except for smellasaurus - this girl can smell ANYTHING. She’s smelling what the guy downstairs and across the hall just threw away in his trash. Anyway…
Key West is known for many things - a rebelliously liberal temperament, hot sun and brilliant sunsets, Ernest Hemingway and polydactyl cats, snorkeling, and the ‘winter white house’ of President Harry S. Truman. We stayed for a week in the sun and enjoyed many breath-taking sunsets (we rented bikes, so it was not uncommon for alisa to come up short of breath.)
We took no pictures - save for one picture that alisa took of me in our rented convertible (basically a drive from Miami to Key West rite of passage) and a number of a breath-taking sunset on the Staten Isalnd Ferry on our return to Brooklyn (alisa is sensitive to all sorts of industrial toxicities, so it’s not uncommon for her to have trouble breathing when exposed to the city after an extended absence. (…not really - she probably finds herself healthier IN the city rather than outside of it.))