This last weekend, Seth and I went on our Babymoon. If you do not know what that is, it is basically a honeymoon before the baby comes. Seth didn’t see how it was necessary, but I thought it was an absolute must.
I was so looking forward to this getaway. I booked a cabin at Grand View Lodge in Nisswa, MN, complete with a Jacuzzi and fireplace. I made reservations for a couple’s massage on Saturday morning and dinner reservations at their nicest restaurant for Saturday night. We worked half a day on Friday and dropped the dogs off at my in-laws for the weekend.
It took about two hours to get to our destination. Two and a half, if you count us stopping at Wendy’s for a Junior Bacon Cheeseburger and Frosty. (When you are pregnant and hungry, you soon learn to pack healthy snacks, or you end up going to the drive-through.)
We were helped at check-in by a nice lady with a thick Australian accent. I swear, Seth has a thing for women with accents. He wouldn’t stop talking to her. Finally, we were given our keys and we drove to our cabin, which happened to be across the street from the main lodge.
We parked our car and carefully walked our suitcases over an icy path. We opened the door and were instantly impressed with how spacious everything was. Like most pregnant women, I had to go pee, for what was the 30th time that evening. I walked down the hall to the bathroom and immediately noticed there was no Jacuzzi. What the heck?
I yelled to Seth telling him that they must have made a mistake, because we did not get the room I booked online. I went to the cabin phone and dialed the front desk. A nice lady answered (not our Australian friend) and I explained how we were in the wrong cabin. She proceeded to apologize to me, but said there was nothing they could do, because all rooms were already booked for the weekend.
My heart sunk. Fighting back tears (both from exhaustion and crazy hormones), I told her I specifically picked a cabin based on the amenities listed online and how I was disappointed we were not placed in the type of room I had chosen. I pulled the pregnancy card too, and told her how I was looking forward to relaxing in the Jacuzzi with my husband (I’m sure she loved picturing this image). This is when the tears began to fall.
She continued to tell me she was sorry and the best she could do was offer me $50 off a night for the inconvenience. This was not happening. My throat started to swell up, as the tears poured down my face. I managed to squeak to Seth that he had to talk to her. First world problems, I tell you.
She proceeded to tell him the same information and after a few minutes of back and forth, he got off the phone.
I couldn’t stop crying. This was not how I pictured our Babymoon to go. I even packed our Mr. Bubbles Bubble Bath that we had bought at a grocery store on our honeymoon, and we wouldn’t even get a chance to use it.
I didn’t understand why they wouldn’t put us in a room that I had specifically booked. It made no sense to me at all. I called my mom and told her my sob story, and she told me it was B.S. and advised me to call them back to fix our accommodations.
Instead of calling the front desk, I called reservations and asked to speak to a manager. You think on a busy holiday weekend, there would be a manager on duty. Well, apparently there wasn’t. I was apologized to again and left a message for the manager to call me back in the morning.
I was so upset. After proving to Seth through an email confirmation that I did in fact book a cabin with a Jacuzzi and fireplace, I went to the bedroom and hopped on the giant bed and sobbed. I felt cheated. Seth came in the room and consoled me. He offered for us to go home, which I certainly did not want to do, but I did not want to stay in this giant cabin either.
All of a sudden, we heard the phone ring, and since I was still in tears, I asked Seth to answer it. I don’t know if it came from his experience in sales over the last two years, but out of nowhere, I heard a different side of my husband. A firm negotiator who meant business.
From what I could hear, it sounded like the person on the other line was some type of manager calling to talk about the situation. He was really calm as he listened to what the manager had to offer, which was not a room with a Jacuzzi. Then Seth dropped the bomb that we were planning to head home if they didn’t fix the problem and get us a cabin with a Jacuzzi.
He hung up the phone and told me that the manager was going to call back within 20 minutes. Instantly, I was feeling a lot better. It felt good to be fought for, especially when I knew I was in the right.
About 15 minutes had passed and the phone rang. Seth picked up and from the sound of it, things were looking good. He got off the phone and told me to grab our stuff, because they had found a cabin complete with a Jacuzzi and fireplace. My heart swooned.
The rest of the weekend went by without a hitch. I was a little embarrassed each time I walked by the front desk, because I knew they knew me as the crazy pregnant lady who demanded her Jacuzzi.
Despite the small setback, we had a great Babymoon. It was one of our last getaways before we welcome our little guy into the world and it will be one I will never forget. Complete with Mr. Bubbles.