Not just me & you anymore (G!P)

C. 20

Hello everyone and thank you always for your support!It's vacation time for our family. See you soon!!

Since I have been pregnant, Maya does nothing but spend her free hours, and sometimes she even gets distracted at work, looking for all kinds of information, first about pregnancy, then about childbirth, then about babies, and at this rate I think she will get as far as researching "what to get your son for his graduation." It's endearing to me, because she can find no other way to keep her anxiety under control than by trying to write a manual of the perfect parent, which I have repeatedly tried to tell her does not exist: what Maya does, in fact, is not only search for information, but then transcribes the most important pieces of it into a single document, which I think she will soon print out and keep on her bedside table, like it was her own personal anti - asthma canister.

Based on her admirable research, then, Maya thought we should spend our vacation in the mountains: according to her, the climate is ideal, the activities are perfect because they are also relaxing, they are also stimulating for Viviana, we eat well, and we practice healthy living. Fortunately, I was able to convince her to compromise, because in fact I hate the mountains. I discovered, because every day I find myself discovering new things about her, that in the last few years actually Maya had developed a certain passion for hiking and mountains in general, only in the good season though. On the other hand, however, I do not have this passion at all and in fact the equation "vacation = sea" applies to me: since I was a child I have always spent my vacations at the sea, for me there is nothing else during the summer than a good dip in the sea, a few hours spent in the sun and this same passion I have passed on to Viviana. And I know you don't do that, but I used my daughter a little bit as justification, trying to convince Maya that it would be impossible to take Viviana to spend the whole vacation period in the mountains, without letting her spend at least one week of total and full relaxation at the sea. Maya for a while countered by saying that we already live close to the sea, that we spend almost every weekend of the summer in line to get to the beach anyway, and so Viviana would not suffer. In the end, however, she relented and we split our vacation, some where she wanted, some where my daughter and I wanted.

This is why we left Roma in the middle of the night to reach some remote location in Trentino, the name of which I can't even remember. I spent more than half the way there, during which Viviana fortunately slept if not she would have been worse off than I was, asking both how long it was before we arrived and complaining that I did not want this kind of vacation. I stopped only after a series of threats from Maya, who was practically about to dump me at a truck stop, leaving me there. Once we arrived at what would be our accommodation for the week, I cannot deny that the place is beautiful. Maya insisted throughout the trip, before the threats of course, that it would be a relaxing place, that it will be ideal for our often frayed nerves, that we will finally be able to enjoy some peace. And I must admit that when I look out the window of our suite, in this special themed hotel in this remote Trentino location in the mountains, the sense of peace is indeed the first feeling that assails me. Maya chose this hotel/baita, in which to sleep, because it is child-friendly, and in fact, despite being tired from the long journey, Viviana was thrilled from the start. I, in turn, noticed how many families there actually are, giving further proof to Maya's theory: I have always retorted that this kind of vacation she was forcing us to accept was the typical vacation of the hardened single person or the super enthusiast, which we are not, and instead I found myself a midst many cheerful families, which in turn made sure to increase the sense of peace, undermined only by Maya's satisfied smirk, who is already ready to hear "you were right." Spoiler: it will never happen.