Towards the close of my next month, at 26 months pregnant, my husband and I visited Jeju, a gorgeous beach in South Korea. It was our babymoon, the journey before the panic of marriage to enjoy our time together.  ,
Soon after conceiving, I oscillated between two says: Being very grateful and excited, and entirely queasy and exhausted. Most of the time though, it was a mix of the two, in addition to the hormonal chaos that came with childbirth.  ,
So, to put it simply, the second trimester of pregnancy knocked me out.  ,
I thus had no period– nor power, nor mood, nor much of anything – to think of going on any vacation, let alone a babymoon. The thought of doing all of that while having an uncertain body wore me out.  ,
But my spouse insisted we may get there. Before the child arrived, we would make our final trip together on a babymoon.  ,
Taking this journey felt about necessary, he said – after the struggles of a stormy first week, it seemed like a great chance for us to take time off, communicate, and enjoy an experience together.
I realized I really wanted to go after warming up to the idea. Although the majority of people would suggest villas or tranquil getaways for a babymoon, I was looking for somewhere peaceful and close to nature that was never something I’d ever considered visiting.