Nice is nice...or...Is the grass greener?

Back when we were child free, T and I tried to squeeze in as many trips as possible. Wine tasting in Napa Valley, tagging along to conferences in Boston, weekends in Chicago and a mega trip of a cruise around Spain, France and Italy. The cost of that cruise was ridiculous and Suze Orman probably would have recommended that we put it into our 401Ks or E's college fund, but it was something that I never regret spending the money on. It was three weeks of just T and I seeing brand new things together, navigating foreign languages and being bewildered as to why the Spaniards eat so much damn pork (it was the pork, incidentally, that drove us into the welcoming arms of the Barcelona McDonald's).

What's interesting is that all through this trip we were feeling a little mopey that we'd yet to get pregnant. I don't think, at least for me, that it tainted the trip at all--but it definitely lingered in the back of our minds.

What's funny is that I now wonder, brown baby part of the family, will we ever get to go on those kind of trips again? Will it have to wait until we're 6O and E has left for college? (Actually, in 18 years--I'll be a sassy 50).

In the meantime, I stare at this picture of T and I in Nice and hope that we're able to take a trip together again sometime soon.