Babymoon

I know several people who have decided to, before the baby comes, take some time out as a couple and go away somewhere. I have no idea where the term originated, although it is most certainly an American-ism (not a single person that I asked in the UK had heard of it), but Rupert and I thought it was a fantastic idea. So when baby was about 33 weeks, we decided to take a 'babymoon.' It started with a family wedding just outside London. Then we spent a couple of days in a village called 'Lavenham' in the county of Suffolk. Rupert described it as a 'chocolate box village' - old Tudor-style houses that looked as though the Fox from the Three Little Pigs could do some damage. The village was surrounded in green countryside and oyster-rock churches. It was gorgeous. From there we visited some friends in Cambridge and some old haunts from when we dated (for those that don't know, Rupert and I dated long distance - I was living in Baltimore and Rupert was doing an internship at Cambridge University), which included a tea garden and punting down the River Cam. There is so much to say about the trip, the people we met, the things we saw. It was such a good decision to get away! So, to whoever came up with the idea of the babymoon, I salute you!