I understand the point of Babymoons, and I gave it the good college try. It just didn’t happen to work out so well for me, and I can’t imagine I’m alone here.
We were going to be in New England anyway, so I chose to book my own Babymoon experience at Topnotch Resort in Stowe, Vermont (pictured above). They have a Babymoon package that is touted all over the Internet, but I wanted to piece meal it because there were aspects of the package that I didn’t necessarily want to pay for and it was just far cheaper to do it my way.
Unique to my situation, my baby daddy got called away to work and left me in Vermont for a few days to Babymoon on my own. Not ideal, but it worked out fine for me, since they had everything I needed at the resort, and I didn’t have to share the King-sized bed when no position I could find to sleep in was comfortable after 30 minutes anyway. The food at both the restaurant and the bar was outstanding, and the views from the resort were beautiful, especially covered in snow in the winter.
I’m not knocking the resort at all. I would love to go back without being somewhat physically impaired. What I take issue with is the concept of the Babymoon. To me, it just wasn’t worth it, and here’s why:
Pretty much all Babymoon packages come with a prenatal massage. I had a fabulous 90-minute massage at Topnotch. The problem is that the massage comes with the use of the spa facilities for the day, and the spa facilities are filled with no-nos for pregnant women. How about a nice dip in the Jacuzzi? Nope, can’t do that. How about a nice relaxing stint in the sauna? Nope, can’t do that either. Super fun, guys, thanks.
Many of the Babymoon packages also include things like free bottles of champagne in your room upon arrival. Now, how much sense does that make? Let me save this bottle for 3 months from now. Or even worse, let me watch someone else drink it by themselves while I have, maybe, a sip. Some packages are thoughtful enough to include a free bottle of sparkling cider, but why? Just reminds me of things I cannot have. Pass.
Depending on how much of a destination trip your Babymoon is, this can be a major bummer or barely register on the frustration radar. In Vermont, this was not such a big deal. Had we gone to the Caribbean, for example, I would have been lamenting how much fresh seafood I could not eat. In general, traveling to me is about trying local cuisine, and if I can’t do that, I’d rather hold off on the trip until I can.
Limited Physical Activity
In Vermont, I could not ski or even go hiking. I was kind of okay with this, but again, for certain locations in particular, why go until you can fully experience the destination? Winter was particularly treacherous because I felt like I couldn’t really even walk around the grounds much without fear of slipping on the icy walkways. Destinations that are conducive to a lot of laying around are probably better choices.
We drove to Vermont because I hated flying while pregnant. Driving had its own pitfalls, but I wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as I was in those tiny airline seats. Driving required its own set of rules, including many stops and a finite amount of travel time per day, so it was a pretty inefficient way to travel 1,000 miles. We made it work, but the trip was about 3 times as long.
I wouldn’t necessarily rule out a Babymoon if I got pregnant again because we travel so much and I’d end up tacking pregnancy-related activities on to whatever trip we were on anyway. I just wouldn’t plan a trip specifically to have a last hurrah before the baby came. It’s just that I’d rather my hurrahs include a glass of wine and some fresh oysters.