Hard Rock Hotel Palm Springs pool scene
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Babymoon Part Deux: A Hard Rock Hotel Palm Springs Weekend (Including Shameless Bikini Bumpin’!*)

*Bikini baby bump not pictured anywhere here, obvi, hello.

As long as I can waddle, I can try to squeeze in one more babymoon. (I should put that in a pretty script font and circulate it as Instagram wisdom — because you can mark my words, so help me.)

No, but seriously. Our big European adventure was the technical last hurrah before babies — but so were Vietnam, Bali and Belize. So that’s how we do.

The next few trips on the docket are weekenders, including last weekend’s little Palm Springs jaunt. (A quick trip to the desert is something we’d talked about even while freezing our tushies off in Venice and Paris especially.) We stayed at the Hard Rock Hotel Palm Springs, which had just made its debut with an official grand opening party the week before. The Hard Rock replaces (and totally revamps) the former Hotel Zoso on Indian Canyon Drive — walking distance from basically everything.

For the uninitiated, Palm Springs is starting to resemble Las Vegas more and more every year, in terms of stuff like poolside DJs and wristbands required for entry at your own hotel’s pool. So I was a little concerned that the Hard Rock could be too young (OMG, who am I?), especially for a pregnant lady who just went from “Oh hey, look, I’m showing!” to “OMG, y’all, I’m enormous!” in the span of the last couple of weeks. Not to mention, a lady whose standard sleep schedule is something like 9 p.m. to 4 a.m.

Hard Rock Hotel Palm Springs lobby

The Hard Rock Hotel Palm Springs cool new lobby concept

But you know what? Despite the relatively small size of the Hard Rock’s pool area, it was easy as pie to snag a pair of cherry chaises when the pool opened, and even though a DJ spun from 11 a.m. until dinnertime, the crowd was totally mixed. (BTW, that’s just by the pool — a second DJ set began in the lobby at 9 p.m.) Of course, there were a ton of woo!-hollering day-drinking types, and at least a couple of hungover bachelorette parties working their hair of the dog.

But there were also some young families with kids, and some older folks as well (like properly older, in the Palm Springs retiree way). Just one more reason I love Palm Springs: There really is something for everyone.

And you know what? Home girl rocked her bikini bump — also known as the first time in my life I’ve not sucked in my stomach in a two-piece — without any sense of judgement. I even got a few amazingly whole-hearted and sweet (if disingenuous, gratuitous?) compliments on my pregnancy style.

Our pool-view room had a great balcony with seating overlooking the party, but the blackout shades worked like a charm, and the sleep quality was excellent. We didn’t try the hotel’s restaurant, Sessions, but hit a hearty and highly rated Austrian spot called Johannes for dinner on our first night — it’s just paces away. (And despite the waiter’s description of the menu as “hunter derived,” I found some delicious veggie fare.)

On our second night, we were back at Tinto at the Saguaro, which is among my very top picks for a desert dinner date alfresco. Impeccable service, great food with tons of variety and actually a very elevated, cultured set of nearby conversations for overhearing purposes. (#Nosy. So what?)

We hit the no-fuss Peabody’s for brunch both days — just a three-minute walk from the Hard Rock Hotel Palm Springs.

All in all, another wonderful little getaway with my man while it’s just the two of us. Next up: back-to-back weekends in Paso Robles. Stay tuned for how the pregnant lady fares in California wine country!

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