Our Cozumel Adventure

J-Man and I decided we should do another vacation.  A 5-year wedding anniversary celebration.  And a babymoon.  And, it was summer.  So.  Yeah. Vacation.

 The timing was kinda terrible.  We were about to move, we'd just been really busy with the H's in town, I'd be going back to work a few days later.....  but whatever.  We deserved it gosh darn it!

That's just how we roll I guess.  We never shop.  (Did I mention when he forced me to buy a new purse because it was embarrassingly falling apart? Or how he still wears those $20 DKNY sweats from when we lived in Harlem?) We spend our non-essential money on food, doctors, and annual beach splurges of some sort.  Even if maybe we should save more for a house and such.  Next year?

Anyway, we packed up and headed back to Cozumel.  We'd been there briefly once on our cruise a few years back, and were excited for that blue, blue water.

The resort was practically empty, so it was lots of time for just the two of us.  There was some volleyball, lots of virgin pina coladas and plenty of stares at my growing belly.  I could see the wheels churning as others wondered "is she pregnant or is she one of those girls with the unfortunate body type where only the belly  sticks out?"

24 weeks

Overall, it was fantastic.  Of course, we spent much of our time talking about what PDG was probably up to, back home with Mama and Papa H, but we knew he was safe.  And thanks to gmail, we were able to call home through the laptop at $.01/min so he could hear our voices.

There was this one moment, when we were on our beach party excursion (party of 8 - oh well) that everything seemed perfect.  We were speeding back on the catamaran after having snorkeled and played on the giant floating Wipe-Out style slides and obstacles.  I remember curling into J-Man's arms, sea salt on my lips, water splashing over the side of the boat, wind indecently blowing my cover-up, Mr. Jones and Me on the radio, and no worries in the world.  Those moments, when everything feels just so, so right, never last, you know?  But for the precious seconds that they do, they're worth everything and anything else.

It was exactly the vacation we wanted/needed before life picked back up to its hectic and unpredictable self.

In fact, we entered the US and immediately returned to chaos.  A lightning storm that lingered right over the Dallas airport took us from a 6pm departure to an hour stuck in customs limbo waiting for them to risk unloading luggage and then another 5 hours of incremental delays and gate changes.  Only to end up well after midnight with a canceled flight, rescheduled for 6am, no hotel rooms available, not enough hours to make a hotel worthwhile, and instead airport cots, florescent lighting, and a bunch of angry, tired folks all flabbergasted at the airport's incompetence.  After all, our plane had landed, but had not had a gate to pull into because the gates were full of other boarded planes without flight crews, so by the time it did finally pull up, our pilot would've overworked the allowed hours.

We got home the next day at 10am, exhausted beyond belief, excited to see our little PDG, and forced to face the reality of packing up everything to move the following day.

What a vacation!  But worth it.

Next year, however, I think we'll go somewhere driveable.  Or we'll use our selective memory and fly off to sip frozen drinks by blue waters and gorge on all-you-can-eat buffets again. Time will tell, I suppose.