Ibu hamil tukang ngelayap. Gelar itu sudah resmi saya sandang sejak hamil pertama pada tahun 2010 lalu. Kalau dipikir-pikir memang waktu itu cukup banyak acara traveling, tapi rasanya terlalu berlebihan wong saya selama hamil paling cuma jalan-jalan satu atau dua kali sebulan ke luar kota dan hanya tiga kali ke luar negeri.
Waktu itu memang yang agak dahsyat adalah ketika saya sama suami saya, Puput, backpacking ke India ketika kehamilan 4,5 bulan. Dan yang paling heboh karena di Taj Mahal sempat ditangkap polisi dan lalu terdampar semalaman di stasiun kereta yang joroknya tiada banding. Cerita lengkapnya di sini.
Ah tapi itu masa lalu. Hamil ke dua ini agak lebih hati-hati. Maklum, selain karena hamil, umur yang udah tambah tua (#hakdesh), juga kerena ke mana-mana harus bawa Oliq (3,5 tahun). Tapi, hati-hati bukan berarti kami berhenti traveling wekekekekeke.
You have a baby on the way, or plan to do so? Note that under normal circumstances, pregnancies are not supposed to hamper your passion to travel. If you are an avid traveler, like I am, you would not think twice to plan a babymoon — or even babymoons.
No, I’m not pregnant again, if you’re wondering! This is a short piece of my and my husband’s journey during the 2010-2011 pregnancy period. We dubbed it as Gembolan Era. Nggembol is the Javanese term for “bringing something in your pocket. And the pocket should be around tummy area. It may as well carrying something using your T-shirt”. OK, I give up, I lost in translation. Long story short, we called the baby inside my belly “Gembolan”. And he sure has his share of adventure while still in the womb.
This certain piece is not to encourage pregnant women out there to travel. Sure, everything is up to their own judgement – as well as their condition. And sure as hell, their willingness! I share the story so that pregnant ladies are not discouraged to travel.
Here is the list of short and long trips we’ve taken during the Gembolan Era.
2.5 month along we went to Kebun Bunga Nusantara in Cibodas West Java. Everything was fine until the returning trip. It was supposed to be a day trip. Coming out from the complex, we were supposed to follow the sign to Jakarta, that leads us to the road we were coming from. Instead, dear husband put his whole trust to the GPS. He worshipped the GPS blindly (owing this sentence to Chairman Mao).
The road was fine until it was not. We had been traveled for kilometers and the road worsened and worsened. It was no longer a paved road. And even the dirt road occasionally only fit one car. Jungle on the left, cliff on the right. And the GPS lost it way. The screen showed that the car was not on any road. It simply in the middle of nowhere.
An Indonesian family backpacker, been to 25+ countries as a family. Yogyakarta native, now living in Crawley, UK. Author of several traveling books and travelogue. Owner of OmahSelo Family Guest House Jogja. Strongly support family traveling with kids.