So apparently the big thing to do when you are very large and very pregnant these days is to go on a babymoon. Yep. It’s the last HOORAH before your lives get turned upside down and you are drowning in baby poop and delirium and sore lady bits and all of the fun things that come along with a newborn. 🙂
If you google it, there will be tons of professional bloggers that pop up documenting their trips to Bora Bora with their spray tans and cute maternity dresses, drinking virgin Pina Coladas and having the time of their life!
Well hold on to your horses folks, because Reese and I are doing just that!
What really happened is we planned a last-minute trip to the ranch this weekend – and since I know we are both not about to spend thousands (or even hundreds) of dollars on a getaway – I have dubbed it “The Goebel Babymoon”.
It’s really hot and there are some cisterns with clear water, so it’s pretty much the same thing as Bora Bora.
Plus we get the added bonus of huge boulders, cactus and very poisonous reptiles! HOLLER!
Reese was even kind enough to stop on the way up and let me pee at the nice gas station with the giant open ice chest in the middle for the tall boys. One of my favorite things to do these days is stick my hands in the large ice buckets to for a nice, refreshing moment. Very satisfying and I’m sure very sanitary. Our kid will probably be the one to eat a few stray ice cubes out of those things in the coming years.
Even though most of our weekend will consist of driving through the pasture on the bumpy rocks so I pee myself, I really am excited because it’s the most beautiful place on earth. And better yet – there’s no signal outside of the house. So unless I go inside and check my email (which I will because I have a problem), I technically don’t have to have communication with the outside world. Other than this blog. But I’m writing it nice and early as I sit on the BESTT screened-in front porch drinking my coffee and listening to the little chirpy birdies and lots of very large turkeys. (They know when the season is over.) Be jealous.
And this afternoon I may just lay outside in the sprinkler as a nice little refresher. Reese has requested I put a bandaid over my bellybutton in the event I whip the bikini out though, because “we need to keep that thing under control.” Translation: my (butthole-looking) bellybutton is now flat and Reese’s biggest concern is that one day I’m going to wake up and it’s going to have popped out and become an outie. #DadConcerns (See post: Update: The Cat’s Butthole)
Nights here are the best too. And when I say “best”, I mean BEST. Something about the sky in west Texas…it’s just better than in other places. Hopefully I can manage to stay up past 8:30 and enjoy it. Here’s to hoping!
So, all-in-all, I’d say this babymoon is way better than Bora Bora anyways. And to be perfectly honest, it’s an act of congress for Reese to get me to leave the house for supper or to hang out with people past 6:00. I mean, hermit life is the best life. Amirite?! So just the idea of pregnant Kyla (and even non-pregnant Kyla) in an airport makes me itchy and gives me anxiety. Just say no to crowds.
We’ll be back again in a few days for WEEK THIRTY-THREE. (For those of you who are unaware, “full-term” babies pop out around week 37. I know we don’t have that many fingers or toes to help us count it out, but that’s coming up very quickly.)
~KG & B