This past weekend Bryan and I visited Nashville (or as we like to call it – the City of Patagonia and Hipster Hats) for our babymoon. If you’re unsure what a babymoon is, let me rest assured that it is NOT a vacation for us to make a baby… that deed is already done. No, instead, a babymoon is the last “YASSS, WE STILL HAVE FREEDOM & INDEPENDENCE!” before our worlds get flipped upside down with a baby. THURSDAY Early Traveling ain’t easy, and it damn sure ain’t easy if your husband accidentally puts the wrong last name on your tickets because you haven’t updated your last name yet. TSA…
