Tomorrow Babydaddy and I leave on our long-awaited Babymoon! A babymoon, like its sister, the honeymoon, is a romantic getaway for a couple. Instead of celebrating a marriage, however, a babymoon is a cruel reminder that we might never get to travel alone ever again. I'm exaggerating, of course. There are kennels where you can board your kids during a vacation, right?
The babymoon involves a roadtrip with stops in Minneapolis, Wisconsin Dells and finally, Chicago. Along the way, we'll be knocking a big item off my informal bucket list; visiting a Renaissance Fair. I'm ridiculously excited to be stepping back in time to witness a joust, admire the period costumes and eat a turkey leg, Henry VIII style. It might not be everyone's cup of tea, but I like my tea nerdy, son!
In Chicago, we have a loosey-goose itinerary of museum-hopping, visiting and eating -I want to work my way through every Chicago delicacy, be it deep dish pizza or hot dogs. My favourite Chicagoan sent me links to her favourite restaurants which has acted like some sort of food porn for this usually-not-hungry pregger-MacGregor. I'm starving.
My biggest concern centres around the driving and my frequent and urgent need to piddle. Babydaddy, in all seriousness, suggested I wear an adult diaper. Because peeing myself in the car is exactly how I want to spend my romantic holiday! At least he cares about my urinary needs...right?
I'll be blogging when I can throughout the trip, but speaking of urination, I have to pee. And how!
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