When I drove down to our flat in Jersey City to rescue Sona from the clutches of the winter storm, she came wobbling outside towards the car. In one hand, she was holding her laptop case. Clutched in her right hand was a swimming costume, large enough to cover her belly. Outside, the snow was starting to quickly fall, making the swimming costume seem as ridiculous as bringing along a surfboard, or a bottle of sunscreen. But winter storm or no winter storm, with just a month to go before baby#2 is born, we were determined to go on our babymoon in Atlantic City. With our baby in tow.