I distinctly remember when I was pregnant with my first son, and the detailed thought that went into planning my babymoon. I was so tired. I was so sore. I was so ready for a break! The babymoon had to be perfect!
Now that my third is due to make his arrival any time soon, I look back at the me of six years ago and laugh (read: cry) at her naivety. I thought that was tired?
As we all know, true exhaustion belongs to the mothers of babies, the parents of toddlers, the mums of school children who manage to be inflicted with every cold/sore leg/thirst/pain in the tummy when the sun goes down. Those doing it all while also enduring the challenges of pregnancy? They are the women who deserve a true babymoon. In other words? Me.