Pre-Baby Bucket List
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I have a bit of an abstract question and I couldn’t think of anyone better on the whole wide Internet to answer it. My husband and I have been talking babies lately, and we have decided to wait one more year before we um, lower our defenses and cross our fingers for conception. My question to you is, what should a (somewhat) hip young couple such as ourselves do in this final year? We know that having a baby will turn our world upside down, and we want to take full advantage of our last foreseeable year of two incomes, adult beverages, privacy, not having a human life utterly dependent upon us, etc. What should be on our pre-baby bucket list?
Thank you for being the ruler of all that is advice-y and smack-y and down-y!
Not a Girl, Not Yet a Mama
I don’t know if you’ve gotten the brochure yet, but there’s now a huge segment of the travel industry dedicated to pushing “babymoons” on expectant couples. The idea being you get one last vacation in as a couple before the baby arrives. It’s a good idea, honestly — we did it, when I was pregnant with Noah — except for the small detail of GOING ON VACATION WHILE YOU ARE PREGNANT.
You can’t drink, you can’t eat a good half of stuff on the menu, either because of mercury/listeria/nausea concerns, you have to pee all the time and take naps and activities are restricted and — if you’re like me — your belly completely pops while you’re there and you end up outgrowing everything in your luggage by day five.
So! Guess what my first Bucket List item is. No really, go on.
Yeah, take a nice vacation. Get that dream destination checked off your list — the one that involves a plane ride that no toddler would ever put up with, to the no-kids-allowed resort or the backpacking expedition across Southeast Asia or the wine tour of Italy.
Once that’s done with, let’s move on to the smaller, at-home stuff:
Sleep in on the weekends.
Take turns making each other breakfast in bed every Sunday. Subscribe to the Sunday newspaper just to enjoy the luxury of reading the whole damn thing. Eat brunch.
Stay up late.
Watch The Daily Show and Colbert Report — live, instead of TiVo’d. Go to at least one ridiculously stupid nightclub with bad drinks and cheesy music and realize that you won’t miss it. See movies in the theater. Go to a concert, a play, a musical, the opera. Visit a vineyard for a wine tasting. Eat at each of the top 10 best restaurants in your city and promise each other that you’ll eat at them again, even after you have a kid.
Take up a hobby, as a couple.
Bike riding, geocaching, cooking, museums, something that can span the before/after segments of your life and be something that you one day do as a threesome.
Declutter your house.
A baby will bring in all kinds of junk and crap and mess with your decision-making abilities. (My husband hasn’t thrown a single blessed thing out in five years. Watch for him on a 2032 episode of Hoarders.) Get everything you own organized and labeled and accounted for. Make a trip to your parents’ homes and go through any saved childhood toys together. Get sappy over the idea of your own baby playing with his Matchbox cars or your favorite doll.
Make doctors’ appointments and keep them.
Physical, dentist, dermatologist. These get weirdly difficult to make happen and easy to ignore in between all the pediatrician visits. Lose any extra pounds and take extra folic acid. Take sick days when you are sick. Use personal days to play hooky and do something fun and crazy together, like a day trip to New York or renting a hotel room right in your town.
And then while in that hotel room, flush your Pills down the toilet and get ready for life to get EVEN BETTER.