Our Babymoon Adventure
Since we needed to visit Scotland for our shoot, we decided to make it into our official Babymoon; that is, our last trip before our twosome becomes three. When I was planning the holiday, I asked my followers on Twitter to see if anyone could recommend somewhere relaxing with great food that we could go to near Edinburgh. One of the first places mentioned was called Mhor. (Thank you, @EntropicTndncs)
I checked it out and was wowed by the lovely website. It’s a family run farm/hotel in the middle of nowhere, just a couple hours northwest of Edinburgh by car. It’s not inexpensive, but the price included an amazing breakfast and dinner, so I booked us a couple nights. The poor receptionist probably thought I was a bit crazy because I enquired whether they had any mating animals on the farm (I’ve read that pregnant women should avoid birthing livestock). You’ll be glad to know the answer was no as the farm is down the road from the hotel. But they probably put a flag on my file. Something like: “Crazy American lady who wants to watch our chickens screw.” Anyway…
On the way there, James insisted we stop to explore Stirling Castle, so that we could say we did something cultural on our Babymoon. I waddled around obligingly in the whipping wind for an hour and admired the stonework convincingly before suggesting we got our butts on the road. I wanted to get to the relaxing bit.
Mhor is located down a long and winding road that hugs the side of a lake. After fifteen minutes of driving on this road, we thought for sure we had passed it. But then we turned a corner and the hard-to-miss pink building came into view.
Greeted by a little white dog as we arrived, we immediately fell in love with the place. Our room was cozy and warm with a gas fire and a soft bed. All the food was made from ingredients found on the farm and every meal could easily have been served at a top London restaurant. The staff exuded a welcoming attitude and I have to give special mention to Jamie, the head waiter. Very friendly and he didn’t blink once at my many annoying questions to make sure ingredients were pregnancy-friendly. And he gave me some extra scones for the road when we left. James’ favourite find of the weekend was a light French beer called Kasteel Cru made from champagne hops.
The point of our time there was to relax and concentrate on the baby and things to come. While other guests arrived with cars full of walking equipment and mountain bikes, I came equipped with a stack of baby books and relaxation CDs. Believe it or not, I took my first bath in almost four years. I had stopped taking baths when we were trying for a baby for fear of baking my eggs. Then, when I got pregnant, I didn’t want to cook the baby. It may be silly, but when you try so long for something you want so badly, no risk is worth it. However, all the books I’ve been reading lately have urged that I take warm baths to help with my aches and pains – and, boy, do I have a lot of those. It was heaven.
Funnily enough, the book I picked up was recommended by a lady in my yoga class called The Babymoon Experience. The author insists that the babymoon is not a holiday like the one we were taking, but rather a period after the birth of the baby where you bond and allow your body to recover fully. I think I have space in my life for both kinds of babymoons.
If you are looking for a babymoon holiday location, I highly recommend Mhor, although I wouldn’t cut it too close to your due date as it isn’t the most accessible of places. We took energising walks, ate amazing food and had an all-around splendid time. And not a screwing chicken in sight. I look forward to returning one day with the baby in tow.