Babymoon.

Dear baby,

I apologize for all the food I fed you the past several days.

Your daddy and I just had a wonderful weekend away having a “babymoon” in Kansas City. A fun little getaway before you turn our lives upside down in just a few months. It was a chance to relax and enjoy some time alone together, have fun and explore a new city.

We spent the first day relaxing, enjoying a wonderful lunch on Gram and Dun’s patio before taking a long, sweaty walk around the Country Club Plaza. Because I need to be careful of not overheating and making sure I take care of you, we made it back to the hotel to cool down for a bit before heading to see fireworks over the river that evening. Since we had a large, late lunch we didn’t have dinner, but your daddy waited more than an hour in line to get us a funnel cake. The things your daddy does to take care of his pregnant wife. While it was tasty, it was not worth the hour wait.

sunset
The sun setting over the river where we saw the fireworks. 

Friday morning we slept in before heading out to check out the Crown Center shopping and Union Station. I enjoyed Chinese for lunch (it’s been one of my cravings) and your daddy had some BBQ from Three Little Pigs. Your daddy let me splurge and we shared some chocolate frozen custard for dessert.

When we went to do an afternoon Boulevard tour they were sold out, so we planned to get tickets the next morning. Plan B was a visit to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. We could have spent an entire day there, but after a couple hours we were ready to rest for a bit, so we headed to a coffee shop for a cool drink and solidified our evening plans. We ended up at Pizza Bella for dinner where we shared a sausage pizza on the patio before checking out the First Friday art event. It wasn’t quite your daddy’s scene but we enjoyed it for a little over an hour before my feet were officially shot from walking all day.

Before going to the hotel we stopped at the Zona Rosa shopping center for some dessert at Coldstone and a couple of sale purchases at Old Navy. Yes, I gave you ice cream twice in one day. It was a delicious day.

After a busy Friday we kept Saturday more low key. We stopped out at Boulevard to secure our tickets before checking out the City Market. After spending 30 minutes trying to park and 30 minutes at the square, we both agreed it wasn’t worth the hassle. Our original plan was to do Oklahoma Joe’s BBQ for dinner, but since we had a while until our tour we opted for lunch instead. We waited an hour in a long line outside of the gas station it was attached to, and boy was that worth it. Your daddy said it made up for the frustrations of that morning and it was the best meal of the weekend.

boulevard

After lunch we visited the Boulevard Brewery for a tour. Don’t worry, I didn’t have any samples. Your daddy enjoyed a few and the behind-the-scenes look of how the beer was made. We went back to the hotel before deciding on Osteria II Centro for an Italian dinner. Another long wait, but this was worth it as well. The tortellini was delicious.

After a big breakfast again this morning (compliments of the hotel each day) we headed home. It was a long, fun weekend I enjoyed with your daddy. When I got home, since I forgot to take my 20 week picture, I took one of 21 weeks and a couple days.

21 weeks
You’re in there! I’m starting to feel you move.

I’m sure we will have many more great weekends leading up to when you arrive, and once you’re here our fun will take on a whole new meaning. I am so excited for our adventures together.

With love,
Momma

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