Why a safari holiday was the best way to say goodbye to our childfree life – The Telegraph

I strode back towards the safari vehicle, the dust lightly swirling around my walking boots, thinking that perhaps using the bush bathroom wasnt the wisest decision. Robin, our guide, confirmed my fears as she set out snacks beside a lazy river in Marataba.

I had to send Ed (my new husband) out after you, she said with a slow smile. This is leopard territory.

Balancing the risk of becoming lunch for a big cat with the literal pressures of early pregnancy on the bladder, although far from glamorous, seemed to fittingly epitomise my feelings. Throughout our honeymoon I had struggled to reconcile the independent, confident attitude to travel I had always had with a newly acquired anxiety. Was the road too bumpy? Was that spider poisonous? Was the pool too cold? Did that drink have booze in it? On discovering that I was pregnant just a few weeks after our wedding, my behaviour had fundamentally changed.

Even our choice of destination had been affected. At short notice, wed had to shelve our dream of visiting the Okavango Delta and look for an alternative that was malaria-free. It's a surprisingly common search performed not just by pregnant people, but by those travelling with young children, those with health conditions and those who are simply bored of medical red tape.

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Why a safari holiday was the best way to say goodbye to our childfree life - The Telegraph